Chapter 18 One of The Many Missing Pieces

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“Your son has taken everything from me—there’s nothing left,” I grunt, forcing her fingers out of my hair.

She lets out a mischievous laugh. “Perhaps I’ll slit the throat of your beloved werewolf maid… for fun.”

My body trembles. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on Marina!”

“Perfect. T...

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