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“Where did you get this?” he demanded.
“I was left with it,” Elena sobbed. “At an orphanage. Saint Jude’s in Chicago. It’s all I have. Please let me go.”
Isabella pulled Elena back against her, shielding her from Alessandro’s intensity.
“Do not yell at her,” Isabella snapped through tears. “Can you not see she is terrified? She is my blood. She is your continue reading …
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