Chapter 13

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''Move.'' Alexi pushes me forward across the parking lot aggressively, still glaring at me from the argument we had on the jet here, and I am still sulking about being dumped in my idea of Stepford Wife hell. I haven't slept, I look like death and my entourage of cases is being packed into the cars parked waiting for us by Alexi's black suits. ''Stop pushing me, I am walking in four-inch heels and have a maximum speed setting.'' I snap at him as I get another prod in my spine. He's been an arsey one since we got on the plane. Moody for him, not that it's that blatantly obvious as he has one facial setting even on a good day, but it's in all the little tones and tiny facial changes, veiled mannerisms and the colour of his eyes that you really see what he's feeling. You have to look really

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