Zoey
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Smith’s hand tightens over mine, dragging me over the picnic blanket, and my heart is suddenly thundering away in my chest. It’s the look in his eyes. Blatant, savage hunger. Not for food, but for me.
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Smith’s hand tightens over mine, dragging me over the picnic blanket, and my heart is suddenly thundering away in my chest. It’s the look in his eyes. Blatant, savage hunger. Not for food, but for me.