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Bee’s hand flutters over her fiancé’s arm. “Dmitri…” she warns softly.

He ignores her and steps into the room, leaning in so close that I can smell his mint-and-cedar cologne and the vodka on his breath. “So you can spit in my face and run if you like. But if you do, they will catch you. And when t...

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