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he insisted.
However, as he forced the necklace on me, his fingers tightened around my throat, stealing my breath.
In a flash of desperation, I sank my teeth into his hand, and his blood welled up like crimson pearls.
I covertly anointed the necklace with his blood, and it began to burn like fire against my skin.
Try as I might, the necklace would not come off.
Zack, who had been begging for reconciliation just moments before, then turned and walked away without a backward glance, his long strides echoing his indifference.
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