Trudie Mccomb

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“My price was his oath that he’d never lay a hand on you again. I told him I’d forgive him in exchange for that.” She wished he’d punched her in the gut. It would have hurt less. Not trusting herself to keep from falling to her knees with shame right there, she just stalked down the hall.
The Assassin and the Underworld (Throne of Glass, #0.4)
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