Chapter 65 HIT WHERE IT HURTS

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ADELINE

The room was filled with tension as the evening wore on.

I sat on one of the plush couches and my posture poised, hands resting calmly on my lap.

Vladimir, as ever, remained beside me, his dark presence an impenetrable wall of silence. His cold eyes scanned the room, offerin...

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