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close to fury on my behalf. “Who did this?”
I met her eyes in the mirror. “Someone who thinks I’m disposable.”
Lucia’s jaw tightened. She reached into her kit and dabbed something soothing along my irritated scalp at the edges. The cool gel eased the burn a fraction.
Then she leaned close and whispered, “You’re not.”
I pressed my lips together and nodded.continue reading …
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