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Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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1 |
One “I don’t want to steal his underwear,” I said scathingly. “I want to steal his dignity.” |
3,149 | 38 |
2 |
Two I am wrongly blamed for my biting sense of humor. |
2,826 | 29 |
3 |
Three Rationality isn’t my strongest suit, but I have a fine eye for vengeance. |
3,213 | 25 |
4 |
Four “You sold your soul for Julian Murdock?” Pippa screeched, in a very impressive decibel. I winced. |
3,014 | 16 |
5 |
Five “Erm. Right.” I swallowed as a clattering of approaching footsteps met my ears. “And if I do vomit?” |
2,955 | 24 |
6 |
Six Well, brain, you hid that revelation rather well. |
2,561 | 18 |
7 |
Seven Sod it all, what had Scorpius said earlier this afternoon about flirting? |
2,612 | 24 |
8 |
Eight “Let’s reel him in, ladies,” I said, standing up from my seat and brushing the crumbs off my skirt. “You’ll want a good seat today, I reckon.” |
2,363 | 19 |
9 |
Nine I imagine Roman society wore similar expressions of amusement to attend gladiator fights. |
3,076 | 21 |
10 |
Ten He could either accept graciously and we could return to our tentatively amicable relationship of earlier. Or he could hex my nose and make it fall off. |
2,928 | 41 |
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