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... to a rusted metal bar torn from the wall. With a fluid motion, she spun it like a baton before hurling it like a javelin. Owen merely tilted his head to the side—the projectile grazed his ear and embedded itself in a container behind him with a metallic *clang*.
Before the echo faded, she was on him again. This time, she wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to hoist him for a slam to the ground. But Owen clamped his hands onto her shoulder blades, fingers digging into her taut muscl ...
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