chapter eight: fluent sarcasm

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Anastasia felt the tension in the air; it was like it was poking her skin, announcing its presence. The men in front of her haven't moved an inch since Mason said something about her breaking his compulsion. She didn't understand what that meant but she guessed it was serious since Zak was giving the other male a wide-eyed look that said 'Oh God. We're screwed, aren't we?' They still didn't move, making her even more nervous. Had she done something bad? Did she break a vampire law or something? Do their laws even apply to humans? So many questions popped inside her head making her dizzy. She stepped back to grab the counter next to the giant windows to steady herself. Sensing the movement behind them, both of the males turned to stare at her while she closed her eyes and grabbed her head

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