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Chapter 7: Caught by the Devil

Penulis: Hunni
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Anastasia’s POV:

My heart slammed against my ribs.One second I was heading for the door, and the next, I was slammed against a wall of muscle.

“What the hell?!” I cursed, writhing in his grip,but not giving it my all.

“You thought you could run?” Nik’s voice was laced with poison, and I could feel it burning across my skin.

“From me?” He gave a low chuckle. “You have no idea.”

“You have no idea either,” I snapped,and then slammed my elbow into his ribs. He gasped, startled, and I used those few stolen seconds to slip out of his grip and bolt up the stairs.

“Fuck, Skye!” he growled. “You want to play?”

His voice echoed behind me, I could taste the smirk in his words.

His footsteps thundered behind me, fast. But I was faster,barely. Ducking into a store room, clutching my towel tighter. The thought of being chased around naked almost made me laugh,but the tension killed any humor fast.

“Where are you hiding, little red?” His voice was close,too close.

I peeked. Boots. Plain
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