Seven

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Zoella Mary Pelletier knew she was intimidating him. She could see it in those blue eyes of his, the way they shifted between hers. It was somewhat satisfying to be able to feel that powerful again. But only somewhat.

"Come," she says, turning. "Let's go." She runs, not even giving a glance over her shoulder at him.

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