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14 | Havre de Mort

Diya’s been clinging to her father from the moment I brought her back, and of course, he used that chance to snatch her away from me. Whatever. He doesn’t realize yet the hold I already have on his daughter.

I keep my expression neutral, a half-smile tugging at my lips as I watch her. She glances at me, and instantly her face heats up before she whips her head away.

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