nicole 𝜗𝜚

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Her hatred stung, but it did not startle me. If anything, I felt a small relief, the veil between us finally falling. But she had evoked my mother. And for that, she would not get away unscathed. Too long had I let her mistake my silence for weakness.
One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)
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