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reds of deep red Black Baccara roses bloomed under the afternoon sun, their hea
strade. Damien was there. I had planted the seed of fear in his mind this morning, a soft, trembling whisper about Mona's erratic behavior and my fear
own the path, her face pale, her eyes wide and frantic. Her
voice shrill. "Did you w
smile. "There is no letter,
u're ruining my life! Julian nee
king a deliberate step closer. "Not a bastard born in the shadows
pulled her hand from her pocket. The sunlight caught the glint of a small, silver
was m
y clearly to the balcony above. "Julian sent you to d
on trembling in her gr
er wrist with my right hand. Mona gasped, trying to pull back, but I held firm. With a calculated, ruth
ush of heat. Blood welled up immediately, a brilliant, shocking cri
er knife clattered onto the wh
eathless, perfectly pitched sob. "Why, Mona
zed by the horror of a crime she hadn't committed. Above us, I could almost feel the w
of reason when it came
nearby, turned and let
garden like a god of death. He bypassed me entirely, his large hand shooting out to wra
ona flew through the air like a broken doll, crashing sickeningly against th
ping from my fingertips. Without a word, he gripped the hem of his expensive silk shirt and tore a long strip from it, wrapp
the path as several Soldie
acial rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "Take her to the
ping, half-conscious Mona
s easily as if I weighed nothing. His jaw was clenched so tight
violent, rapid thud of his heart. Slowly, I reached up a
d softly, leaning my head again
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