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Rage
Declan woke with a start. Disoriented, he blinked once, then again, harder. Raised his head a little off the pillow, then let it fall back. Goddamn. He winced a little, groaning at the sudden spike of pain through his head. f**k. He tried to move his hand, to rub at it - and stopped. (What the f**k) Something was wrong. His hands were caught. Because his wrists were caught. Behind his back. Declan's eyes flew wide. The utter shock of his predicament was almost instantly replaced by rage. Blinding rage. Eyes flaring silver, he opened his mouth and roared at the top of his lungs, his canines fully extended. In the same instant, he wrenched his captured wrists apart. The flexi-cuffs binding them snapped and went flying. Snarling, he flipped onto his back in one quick motion. The ank
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