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... nd with ropes, nor were there shackles on her feet. She walked in wearing her favorite dress, surrounded by armed guards, her head held high without a trace of panic. She looked less like someone taken hostage and more like someone being escorted to safety.
She had always been this way—calm and composed, even if the world crumbled around her.
Keira’s gaze locked on her mother’s face.
Her face was clean and her hair impeccably styled. If it weren’t for the paleness of her ...
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