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... ssion void of warmth as he looked at Matilda. If his mother was the first person he hated most in this world, then his grandmother didn’t even make the list because hate required some level of emotion, and Matilda was beyond that. She wasn’t someone to despise; she was something to be wary of. Pure, calculated evil.
She sat with her usual air of superiority, a glass of wine in one hand, watching him like he was just another pawn on her chessboard. The silence stretched between them, but ...
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