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DAISY. Hysterically, I sat up, clutching the duvet over my chest, staring horribly at the gruesome fight. Logan was delivering heavy punches to Henry and he could barely fight back. He was crashing into a lot of things that I feared he might break a bone. “Look at me, asshole!* Logan seethed, grabbing him from the floor by his shirt. “What the f**k do you think you were doing?” “She came to me, man. Your plaything whored her way into my arms. I only did what any guy would do,“ “She's here on your invite, jerk. You wanted this. You staged this!“ Logan barked, punching his face I gasped at the large spill of blood from Henry's mouth. The guy was bleeding profusely. If only Logan had a thread of concern for him. “And she came, dammit! I didn't drag her down here. She came on her own w
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