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Merlin, no! Katherine did not have to catch her breath at all. She was panting, her muscles ached and she was cursing Haddie even more fervently, but her rage was keeping her alive. Rage for Haddie's stupid games. Rage for trusting Haddie. Rage for...
"I'm fine," she said curtly. If the professor could be so kind as to open the door, she'd be better.
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