Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

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clenched.

again, laced with venom. "Do you

dy reacted before her mind could catch up - her shoulders t

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egendary operative "Aurora," ending in a rain of shrapnel. Then came the second life, quieter but no less violent - images that weren't hers and yet were. A

ingers digging int

lking blood bag for her adoptive family. The original June's last memory surfaced, cold and clear: she had collapsed at school yesterday, h

e system for one reason: June's rare blood type matched her biological daughter's. Ariana Sears, the golden-child adoptive sister, the recipient of ever

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climbed to a hysterical pit

stairs. The bedroom door flew o

ed. Her cheeks held the rosy flush of someone who had never missed a meal - or a transfusion. She st

over some boy at school yesterday. You even hurt yourself." Her eyes flicked to the pale scar on June's wrist, and the corner of h

aten gaze of the girl who used to inhabit this body, but with something far colder. Somethi

elf. Her features rearranged into a wounded pout. "June, I know you didn't mean it. But you embarrassed

e doorway, filling it with her bulk and her fury. Her face contorted t

u, clothing you, putting a roof over your ungrateful head - this is how you repay us?" She jabbed a trembling finger

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scramble Martha was used to. At her full height, June stood eye

arse but every syllable landing like

question. It

pened and closed. Ariana, half-hidden

une's nose. "You ungrateful waste of space! You eat our food, you live in our house, and y

orner of her mouth lifted - not a smile, but the baring of teeth. "Tell me, Marth

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l with desperation. "We took you in out of the go

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private clinic on Cedar Street. I was told I was being treated for anemia." She held up her wrist, the pale scar

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seemed to shrink under its weight "- was energetic enough to compete in her piano

dn't even manufacture them. She shrank behind her mother

d through shock, humiliation, and fury before set

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She crossed to the closet and yanked it open. Inside hung a sad collection of faded shirts and patched jean

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passed the petrified Ariana, she paused. She leaned in clo

ur good day

ame. Her face drained to a white that

ured calm. Her hand found the heavy

e stood on the threshold for one long breath, letting

reats, the frantic promises of a woman who had just watched her daught

e cracked driveway and onto the sunlit sidewalk, nine yea

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