The Masked Siren: Seducing My Enemy

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back to the audience. The dress was cut low, exposing the line of her spine. She s

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ing. It was a slow, haunting Irish ballad.

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ian. She locked eyes with him for exactly half a second. Then s

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ence. Then, the applause br

red roses from the center of his table-flowers

up, Julian was there, at the edge of

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went quiet. Everyone knew y

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sal.

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commanded, his

utching her microphone like

e stage, into the d

the flowers hit the floor with a w

rick wall of the backstag

manager, hissed, grabbing her

ce shake. "I don't do th

, sweetheart. Every

d open. Julian stormed in, his face

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ulian sneered. "And mayb

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ce was

. He wasn't yelling. He didn't have to. He just occupied the space, sucki

ip loosening slightly. "I was ju

ugustine said. He walked forward,

cket. The hierarchy was clear. The Haynes family owned the

at Aine, his eyes lingering on the edge of her mask.

to Aine. "We'll see

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t Aine and

ng her personal space. He s

Augustine said. "Was tha

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," she said softly. "Not everyone th

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d and wa

ed up and wiped the tear from he

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