Chapter 15 MADAME FLORA

The next day, Flora summoned her.

The Madame’s tent was perfumed, shaded, and hung with silks. Flora sat like a queen, her crimson lips curved in sympathy.

“My poor darling,” she said, her hand brushing Keira’s cheek. “I heard about Selene. And Dion. Men are beasts, Keira. They’ll take and take. But...

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