Prisoners Of Love

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cool and silent. The sheets clung to her legs, twisted from tossing. S

till pulsed

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an be

ng dropped

ges before... and yet, they

reflection looked worse than she expected - sunken eyes, pale skin, hai

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l birthmark. A crescent shape, barely visible unle

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on-down shirt and dark gray slacks. His pre

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muttered, hu

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t take

flinch. "Y

raid of you

hers-unblinki

r a moment. "Fear wo

-

ed eyes followed her as she walked, every step echoing through the marble

pene

or cold. It was... old. Stone walls. A fireplace with fading embers. A lo

Damia

idn't

d. Calm,

riosity betray

nd unwrapped the velvet cloth on th

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me was

exico City. Mother: Mariela Cruz. Father: Unknown.

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a normal life," he continued. "No

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photograph o

ress from another era, standing beside a man whose face was blurred

a st

hat's

hundred and twenty years ago. She betr

s-impo

the dagg

quietly. "Something sacred. Her blood

alking about? A

leaned

ve in fate," he said, "b

-

uptly, the chai

reincarnation of a woman who hurt your

d too,

d. "I bought you because you are the key. Yo

e in any of thi

u w

even know

, then nodded to

er reacted to it th

red back. "Y

n't de

memory hidden. Dreams, instincts, pain you've ne

ith disbelief. "And what ar

just a little - just

u, Liana," he said. "I j

f I re

n fate will decide... a

-

gain in her room, the dagger'

turned, clea

cliff, holding the dagger in her hand. A man - Damian

ed in the dream, tears on her

pped th

elow swal

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