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50 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2013
"You are spying on her." The girl jerked her blond head upward, toward the deck where—it was true—Lucinda was seated on a bench, looking striking in a rose-red sweater and her newly bleached hair. She was talking to some Nephilim friend, talking in the open, trusting way she used to talk to Cam. Her hazel eyes wide, her lips pursed with that old sadness. Cam could look at her all day.
(...)
"I'm protecting her from the likes of you," he spat. "There's a difference, baby, not that you'd be able to see it." He stole another glance at Luce.
(...)
"You will"—punch—"not"—knee snap—"get her."
The Outcast gagged as she coughed up one of her teeth and spat blood across Cam's T-shirt.
"Spoken like someone who never even had a chance."
He punched her again, right in the eye. "I did. You hear that, Outcast? I may have lost it, but I used to have a chance."




