Betrayed By Blood: The True Heir's Revenge

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neck, inhaling her scent

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expected relief. I

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out of my sigh

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bed my arm. Hi

pendant digging into

off. He looked down at me, sne

eant

s wife's rape. He thought I was the

s eyes. I wanted to scream that

dragged me tow

back one

, her back turned to me. She had chosen

collateral dama

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ahead of us. I sat alone, flanked by two

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stopped

or fle

ed back from the lead car. He

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ontact with me. "And bag her head if she's going to be

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home. It was

at looked like it had been carved out of money and

there, held back by

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, dressed in a pristine whi

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confused. She lo

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the smile of a predator who realize

onne McCall. The Matriarch. She wore

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