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landed on Coralyn’s arm. So, she was going to manhandle her

out of there? Shove her out and lock the door behind her and

wipe her hands of the trash that she’d taken out?

No fucking way.

Coralyn dug in, standing her ground even though she knew

she was in the wrong and she was being nothing more than a

petulant child at this point. She wasn’t doing herself any

favors, but when Giana tugged, she didn’t back down. It made

her sick to be touched by this woman. She curled her fingers

around the manicured, flawless ones, and at the same time, she

stepped back. Giana was pulled forward, and then her hand

slipped away.

She let out a gasp as she stumbled back, trying to regain her

balance, but her heels slipped on the slick tiled floor. Coralyn’s

mouth opened to call out a warning. There wasn’t time for

one. Giana Thompson hit the floor, ass first, but at an awkward

angle with too much momentum, then her head slammed back

and hit the tile with a sickening, deafening smack.

Chapter 3

Giana

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

Giana’s eyes were heavy. She lifted them anyway. The light

stabbed at her. God, it hurt. Her head was pulsing. Everything

was a mess. A dark, black, monstrous void. She blinked. There

was a face above her. A woman’s face. Dark shapes. Edges.

The void was darker. Edgier. Blacker. Emptier.

She tried to remember what had happened through the

pulsing. She could feel the cold tile of the floor under her

back. Why was she on the floor? Where was she? She opened

her eyes again and blinked at her surroundings. Huge