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Chapter Eighteen

Emily Collins.

A vaguely familiar voice whispers in my ear and I shiver, grasping that voice further and pulling it deeper into my memory box.

I'm roughly turned around in the person's arms by the rough and tight hold they have on my arms, turning me to face them and my eyes immediately opening, coming face to face with one of my longest most favorite nightmares.

Electric green eyes.

They stare back at me, too.

With all sorts of emotions and feelings swirling in those orbs.

His tall height hovers over me, casting a huge and dark shadow over and around my small figure, so daringly and threatening that I gulp, my throat suddenly to dry and my heart suddenly to loud, silently cursing to myself in my mixed up head.

“Elizabeth Kingsley,” He softly breaths.

My heart,

My stom

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