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bout to happen. It was Kain who spoke, his v
ination in the living roo
oom of the Mayer estate. The household staff scattered to the edges like a flock of nervous birds, watching with wi
that marked the family's seats of power. I, however, remained standing in
into a side parlor and returned carrying a single, high-backed armchair carved from dar
g position in the room, directly oppos
o it. "Your Hig
n. I settled back, the posture of a queen upon her throne.
Lady Rowena's lips were pressed
dressed Bowen, his tone professional but firm. "Please have the patie
itlynn to a long sofa upholstered in pale silk. She collapsed onto
of metal instruments being laid out on a c
chin on my hand. With the fingers of my other hand, I
Tap
eemed to echo in the vast spa
racked her body. Her breath hitched, and she
d..." she whimpered, her
. He looked at her with growing disgust, merely patting he
uation, rose and approached the doctor. "Doctor Foster, Caitlynn i
instruments. "Lady Mayer, my only duty i
ffectively than a shout ever could.
Ms. Strong, please relax. I need yo
o a ball, trying to make herself smaller, trying to shield her body
e die in Bowen's eyes, replac
ver. The doctor hadn't even touched her, but her own
ir, a silent shadow. His
d, his voice taking on a sterner edge. "Ms. Strong,
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