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‘What the hell do you think you’re playing at?’

His voice cut at her like a knife

For a h her She buckled under it, reeling froain, with sickening vividness This was how Theo had spoken to her on that hideous, hideous day when she had arrived back at his , conde photos of her and Jem down on the table in front of her shocked, appalled face

She felt her throat spasry with me? Why?

Her throat tightened There was almost pain in it

But as the point of pain? Pain just made her weak, defenceless She had stood there while Theo carved her into shreds that awful day Her staly deet theely, ruthlessly, totally

Then thrown her out

Thrown her out and taken his petty revenge by refusing to hand her over the money she had been promised

And then—her stoe that had not been petty at all…

She felt her spine stiffen When Theo had thrown his outrageous deht had been how she could protect herself froeance

But he had not let her do so He had i—her hu her no quarter—no hiding place

Her eyes hardened

Well, now it’s e And I will really, really enjoy sticking the knife in you this tiht after night…

This is just a fraction of what you did to me!

She walked forward Strolled forward Her high-heeled sandals moved her hips, the fine material of her dress eased over her body Her freshly washed and styled hair lifted froht have taken an uncoe bite out of her credit card, but she didn’t care right now, she just didn’t care—she felt and looked exactly the way she wanted