The Heiress Who Rose From The Ashes

pscale clinic he'd mentioned. She'd baked his favorite co

struggling musician vibe Blake usually

k. The receptionist, a woman with a perfectly s

ivate consultation suite.

ie tin feeling foo

a slightly ajar door down

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ulled Lena to her feet. Sh

s saying, her voice laced with amusement. "That dus

lake's friends, Lena recognized som

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confirmed. "We're sav

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a strangled sob ca

her numb fingers, clatterin

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face a mask of surprise. Chloe was right

tly healthy.

e a physical blow, knocki

s. Her father's guitar

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