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... licked sharply against the marble floor as she stepped forward, slow and calculating, scanning the room. Then she locked eyes with me bleeding, broken, barely standing.
"No..." she whispered, voice trembling. "No, it can’t be..."
And then the scream tore from her throat.
"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!"
Father instantly rushed to her side, that fake calm mask plastered on his face.
"Darling, it’s fine," he said, touching her arms as if that would soothe her wrath. ...
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