His Price, Her Fate

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self this was about paying back a debt

lf, "Why can't I sto

s head answer

rs since she walked away. And

want to be. Tha

s supposed to be about busine

"Then why does it feel like

led to her room. "It's her," he

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the ceiling. The sheets were a

, hugging

he muttered. "I ca

was barely

me here? What do

e like... like he knows me. Like he

won't let him win. I won'

ached. "Zuza..." she wh

ge. It had been months. Too long.

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mirking. "Barely.

than last week."Lena tossed a cus

when they started. Just a table, a sewing mach

an you believe

out her pinky. "Promise we'll stick together

in My

throat tightened. "I promised we'd stick

rocks outside. She thought about her mom. Anne had alway

ietly. "She never did." Lena placed h

is out on my own." She closed her eyes, trying t