His Defiant And Unbroken Secret Mate

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e, whispering trees. The wind was a physical thing, clawing at my thin jacket, seepi

st the dying light, a group

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irk on her face. Her expensive leather boots were pristine, planted fi

ith mock pity. "The stray has found its way to the

and stuck her foot out as I tried to pass. A

motion that was almost like a dance. Her foot met only air, and the momentum sent her

ss piece of trash!" she shrieked, pointing a finger at my face. "Y

s placid, my voice even. "That's a good question, Chandler. If I'm

l reason for my return, and the not-knowing was eating at her. Her status, her entire world, was built on bei

s, her mouth opening a

I walked around her and her stunne

s if tired of standing. The door hung crookedly on a single hinge. I p

ushed against one wall. A broken table with three legs listed in the corne

gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Tears welled in her e

floor and immediately went to work. I found a broken broom in the corner and began sweep

water," I instructed, my tone

we managed to make the hovel marginally clean

the sound of heavy, purposeful foo

utler, his face a stiff, impassive mask. In his gloved hand, he held a cr

ppearance. "You have been summoned. Your father, Justin Wils

a stark contrast to the squalor surrounding me. My fathe

eyes wide with fear. "It

hispered back, patting her

nail on the wall. I looked at my reflection. I had already clea

face. I scooped up a tiny bit of dust from the windowsill and smudged it lightly

Ava, the poor, pitiful orphan. A role I knew

cold night, walking toward the main house. This meeting wasn't a summons.

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