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Playing With Fire. Kat Black
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isbn 9780008128241
Автор произведения Kat Black
Жанр Зарубежные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
PLAYING WITH FIRE
The Sequel to Melting Ms Frost
Kat Black
Mischief
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Copyright © Kat Black 2015
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Contents
Epilogue: Teach na Tulaí, Co. Cork, Ireland
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It was happening again.
Please, no. Not again.
A bubble of fear inflated in Annabel’s chest, trapping the air in her lungs as it rose to clog her throat. She fought to release it, to cry out, but the dark shape looming over her shifted closer; a crushing vice tightened around her neck, squeezing off her voice, cutting off her very breath.
She didn’t understand. How? How could this be happening?
Panic flared as she tried to get her bearings, to work out where she was. But dimness rendered her surroundings murky, indistinct. In the shadows, even the threat bearing down on her with such suffocating weight remained faceless. Terrifying.
No … no. Horror-spiked memories of pain and helplessness flooded her mind, jolting her into action. She couldn’t do this. Not again.
Never again.
Lashing out, she rained a storm of wild swings and strikes upon her attacker. But not once did she connect with solid form. Her fists seemed to pass through the nebulous shape as though her enemy was no more substantial than mist. She renewed her efforts, tried to pinpoint her aim, but black spots began to bloom around the edge of her vision and the watery blur of tears made it impossible to focus on what it was that she needed to fight.
Move, every atom of her being screamed. It was her only chance. She had to move, to get away.