The Masked Siren: Seducing My Enemy

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t café down the street. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

identity package for The Onyx Room. High-end.

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didn't look up when Aine entered. He just

your specs,

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wrinkled dress from the morning and pulled on the gown. I

was gone. The girl who slept

gave Augustine. This one was softer. Fragile. Mys

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we int

to see this train wreck personally. Prepa

with hairspray and nervous energy. Aine

d the lace garter. Tucked inside, against

ger yelled. "Don't screw this

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eling the nails bite into

flared. She