The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

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yes. She wasn't looking at Preston. Her gaze was locked on Barron, and

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cedar. Not the cloying floral scents of the de

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and blurred lights. The only thing he could focus on was the server's ill-fitting sleeve riding up s

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sand needles piercing his skin. Barron roared, the sound tearing

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throbbing headache. He stared at her, trying to memorize the shape of h

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ping out the balcony door and over the railing t

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