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Change Of Plans

Auteur: Elize Pheiffer
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-28 16:00:56
"Nara! STOP!"

The door didn't just open; it exploded inward. Rico, his face contorted in a mask of pure, primal rage, didn't shift, he didn't have time. He tackled Nara from the side, his massive weight slamming her into the concrete wall.

The gun went off, followed by the sound of a bullet ricocheting off the ceiling.

"Run, Eloise!" Rico roared, his hands locked around Nara’s wrists.

"Rico, wait!" she screamed.

"I heard you," Rico growled, his voice low.

"I was at the top of the stairs, Nara. I
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