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“And yet you still made me breakfast the next morning.” His grin is a jagged sickle moon. “Slatko. So obedient once you learned your place.”

For a moment, I see her as she was fifteen years ago—bruised face, cowering in a silk nightgown, clutching a shattered rib. Please, Sasha. Please.

“You’re no...

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