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“Your face. It’s covered in bruises.” Oh. I hadn’t even thought of that when I’d been in the shower. I’d so painstakingly covered each and every one of them with heavy foundation that morning, but the shower must have washed it off. I turned away, hoping I could still hide the damage. “They aren’t bruises. It’s just my mascara running.” “Bull. Who did this to you?” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” “Say you’re fine again, Rebel, and I swear, my head will implode. I’m trying real hard not to walk out this door and end every man who has ever looked at you. So please. Do me a favor, and tell me which one it was, so innocent people don’t have to be buried today.” Read it here in ebook, audio, or paperback. https://amzn.to/3QpLqCH