Left To Burn, She Rose A Queen

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at Mercy Hospital

was

ing a neck brace that looked three sizes too big. It swallowed her whole,

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ked my

been fo

ed. We missed the

ilt already itching under my skin. "She's pro

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idential gate, the engine of

said, staring at

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flashing my winning smile-the one that

into his compute

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he asked.

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ped straight th

his hand against the window ledge. "Sh

on," the guard said, turning his mon

him to finish. We r

through traffic like a madman. Something was wrong. The

ron gates of the Vitiell

ey stepped in front of the car, rifles

d, leaning out the windo

aught us how to shoot when we were barely tall en

ce was

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manded, my voice ris

the passenger seat. He looked

s left the sta

stopped

teo asked, his voice cracking under th

ed his grip

finit

I screamed, slamming

coldly. "You are not welcome on Vitie

the city, the only place that would have her records.

again!" Ma

, terrified. "Months ago! The tran

ed at th

ed for a heartbeat, then

niversity.

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his face draining of color. "L

ust a diffe

nt world. It was

fit had a truce, but it was as thin as ic

d walked right into t

Matteo roared, kickin

reen where her name blinked next to

e chose