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"How did you find out?" Zayne clenched his fists against his side.
"Happened that today I was ready to kill; didn't take his soldier time to start talking, but that was the only thing he was saying, nothing else," Matteo answered me.
"Why do I feel like you are hiding something?" Zayne's jaws were beginning to work up. Matteo knew how much he hated being kept in the dark.
Matteo noticed the tone immediately: "Are you done with her?"
Zayne turned to the boutique to see her and Nora coming out of it with countless bags in their hands; she was now in jean trousers and a white shirt, one of the clothes she had chosen.
"Yeah, we are; I'll be there in an hour," He felt her behind him.
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"I'll be there in an hour," she heard him say, and she stopped, standing behind him, wondering whom he was talking to, and with the tension on his shoulders, she wasn't so sure it was good.
He turned to look at her, sizing her up, and that got her mesmerized by how his eyes changed
