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“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “None of that matters. It’s all in the past.”

“Not for him.”

“No,” he concedes. “After today, it won’t be.”

Then he pulls out a knife.

“Last chance to be useful, printsessa.” He steps closer, tips my chin with the edge of the blade. “Come work for me. Be my woman on...

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