Chapter 28 The Ashford-Smythe Ball 2

Maeve's face contorted with rage. She turned to me, her eyes blazing.

"You," she hissed. "You again? My god you must have a death wish or something. How many times do you have to hear it before you stop this?" 

I met her gaze, my voice steady. "Stop what? You're not making a lot of sense. I'm o...

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