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over her face. It had been over thirty minutes she arrived,

I remembered thinking, what the hell was I going to do with this one. She was

must have grown tired of the burden his daughter had on h

r. Could I trust her to handle the kitchen? Or the cellar, or hou

awake. Gradually, she opened her eyes, roamed

fought the urge not to roll my eyes.

nally awak

nd, taking in the scene

he at

ed her fac

ncy word for

e but couldn’t. Slowly, she took her eyes to her arms and wid

e go!

g my roof with your voice. I appeal to yo

Did you know this is kidnapping? You can spe

Not true. Y

n confusion. I smirked. I liked

ing. It's a heinous crime; I don’t

for an

’t right? Me being cha

her eyes to try to understa

asta? Fajitas?” She didn’t respond

in the room. A little well above the lintel

r. “Oh and…” I turned to the girl on t

ng. I waved the maid off. A mi

’t you? You sent those

I did? Huh?”

ck

idestepped. Looking at the floor, I saw the

s red. I stomped to her and grabbed her by

at you’re here, then you’re wrong. Dead wrong. Clearly, you ca

r violently, m

t the hell am I doing h

en voice. It irritated me each time

the dots. Your father. He sold you

if truly she was as clueless as she seemed. I almost t

aid. “You fuc

use

r would never do that to me.

g, but I had a grip on mys

He was in a hurry to let go of you. Obviousl

fists clenched th

Miss Haynes,” I said