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-the woman groveling in the filth-and

ss for the performance. She let the rain dampen her perfect blonde hair, a calculated mo

ile rose in my throat. "I didn't do anything! Y

kenly. I lunged for her. I wanted to

nt of her. His hand shot

he held me there, pinne

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clawing at his wrist until my nails br

ice hard as steel. "She told me everything. How you threatened her

audacity of the li

bursting out. "In the garden! It was me! I

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ket, my fingers brush

bed, pulling out

it, his gaze locking

ike glass breaking. "Oh, Ana. You stole that from

shed, snuffed out like a candle in

. I fell back into th

" he ordered the guards w

d's arm. "She's sick, Courtland. Look at her. She needs... c

blind adoration. "You are too

d. "She

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pt. I woke up with jagged c

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fetch me. "Din

s heavy as lead. I was starvin

ast. Roast beef, potatoes, wine. The ri

the table. Courtland was

ted to t

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ped her hand

ister is having dinner.

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