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... nk of was how she stood there—my María José who was as calm as spring rain, discussing my defeat with my brother like they were exchanging polite notes over dinner.
A fresh surge of rage gurgled through me. My stomach churned, hot and acidic, as if bile and betrayal had brewed a toxic coffee in it.
Who was she trying to protect here? Me... or herself?
Hugo stayed quiet this time, sensing the boundary I was teetering on. Even the wolf inside me that was usually my leash to ...
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