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pushing for more control. I’ve been pushing back.”
He looked at Lily again, this time with something almost like curiosity.
“How old are you?”
“Six. Six years old.”
He repeated softly, as if testing the number.
“And where are your parents, Lily?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“My mom died three weeks ago. I don’t have anyone.”
Before Carter could respond, Vincent continue reading …
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