Fifteen : Tightee Noose

Mara’s POV

“Ronald, I don’t.” I started, but he cut me off with that sharp tilt of his head.

“You will,” he said, voice calm but iron underneath. “Auditors are coming, you stay close to me. Understood?”

I frowned. “Close? All the time?”

“Yes. All the time.” He didn’t explain further, but his eye...

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