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His bodyguards tensed, hands hovering near their jackets, utterly useless against the threat standing in front of them.
Because what were they supposed to do?
Fight a grieving child?
Josiah took one step toward her.
Mia recoiled and grabbed a jagged shard of broken plate from the table edge.
She held it up like a tiny cornered gladiator.
“Don’t touch me!continue reading …
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