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"I have no idea," he whispers hotly onto les with ry and warm

"But what if--"

"Be quiet, Izabel"--he thrusts harder, causing me to lose my breath--"and let me fuck you"

Fifty-percent of the time I always do what Victor tells me--this is that fifty-percent of the tiain in the surveillance roo this close to him after what he said yesterday; aard for both of us, I think He’s an even bigger asshole than he was before; won’t even look at me much less say tords towith it; I don’t know Right now Niklas is the least of my worries

James Woodard stands by the door with the blood results in his hand

"No match," he announces and tosses the print-out on a nearby table "Nora is officially a fictional woman"

The news doesn’t surprise any of us

I turn to the screens with ht black one-piece jurip, in case I have to fight Nora again A dress was the worst thing I could’ve worn yesterday--I know Woodard got more of a view than I ever wanted him to

"I think she actually pissed in the bucket," Niklas points out

My face scrunches up, but I look anyway Thankfully, the caotta go sometime," Dorian says

Victor continues to watch Nora as she paces the roos and in her tall heels She doesn’t look anxious or agitated, as I knoould be, being locked in a less roo, but instead she just looks bored Add patience to her list of skills--Woodard isn’t the only one in this room who feels inadequate

Victor turns away frolow around his back

"Woodard," he says, "I need to speak with you for a moment" He drops his arms at his sides and heads for the exit

Woodard follows proht from the hallway spills into the room He stands in the doorway and looks back at s I need hiether

Dorian and I glance at one another, sharing the sa one of us off to the side to speak to privately isn’t anything new It just never fails to make me incredibly curious, and Victor doesn’t always feel the need to share with lance over at Niklas I know he can feel my eyes on him, which is why he doesn’t look back

The only sounds in the roo fro fro to break the unease, "do you think you know any more about her today?"