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Storm Arrival

He caught my wrist midair and yanked it away from him.

The syringe clattered to the floor.

“You were playing me,” he hissed.

“No!” I lied, heart pounding. “I just—I needed to see if you were serious!”

Oh God. His strength was much than mine and I couldn't handle it.

He grabbed my shoulders and ...