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“A.. a price?” Fleur stuttered, standing up with wide eyes.

Sheila smirked, her face a mix of malice and pride,

“Yes.” she replied.

“There’s a price he has to pay,” She firmly asserted.

Fleur turned his head to the side, raking his fingers over his hair. He's obviously screwed, big time.

Finally, he...

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