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... rtains were drawn, the room lit by only a single, low-burning lamp. The air was thick with the sharp, herbal scent of medicinal ointment.
Ashlyn was awake. She was lying face down on her bed, her back, from her shoulders to her knees, a raw, brutalized map of her sister’s fury. The thirty lashes had torn her silk nightgown to ribbons, and it had been cut away, leaving her bare and agonizingly exposed to the cool night air.
Carlos sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He was not ...
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