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But Haven Mae Smythe was a fighter, and she would be damned if she let anyone, least of all a man like Vincent Hargrove, take that away from her.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Haven wrenched her wrist free from Vincent's iron grasp. The sickening sound of skin against skin echoed in her ears as she tore herself away, her chair clattering to the floor in a cacophony of chaos. 

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