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Cleo's eyes flung open, and she pushed Ryker hard on his chest.

"What's wrong with you? Why can't you just let me live?" She asked with a disbelieving look.

Ryker appeared to be stunned. He did not expect her to push him that hard. He raised his hand to smoke the cigarette, which he was still holding between his fingers.

"You called me dirty last night. How can I let you go so easily, mouse?"