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... dn’t felt since her family was killed. Although she had known the people only for two days, excluding Kyrell, they made her feel as if she had known them for years. If only they stopped treating her formally...

Sienna sighed, leaving the matter for Kyrell to handle. Anyway, they wouldn’t be listening to her.

"Miss Lawrence, I have something to ask." Amy moved closer, and Sienna bent towards her, decreasing the distance between them. "May I know why you haven’t told the others abo ...

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