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Twenty-seven painful days had passed since the storm. Twenty-seven days of isolation, anger, and torture. Gabby was working on his nerves, and he didn't know how much longer he could handle living with such a tiny, volatile mess of a human being. And in that cramped, damp cave the four of them had found shelter in during that fateful storm, Lucan had all the time in the world to think back on his life.

And he hated it all.

On the night of Amadi's imprisonment, Mayson had taken her and ran to get help. Lucan was passed out, but Qilena filled him in on the details. After she revived him with those tender, juicy lips of hers that he had come to be so affectionate towards—addicted to, even a huge storm started up,
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