If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. The Reaper is not sated yet. Damn! I’ve splashed. “Thanks, Cathy. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I know that I love you.
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