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... ce a chill, venomous silk. "But you have absolutely chosen the wrong person to test that little quality on."
She brutally yanked the maid’s hair harder, forcing the girl to sprawl wretchedly on her knees. Then, an iron-clad hand clamped around the maid’s chin, lifting her face for inspection. Oh, you little wretch.
Isabella stood frozen nearby, merely observing the scene, her face pale. The other maids were statues of terror, barely breathing, their bodies trembling with the prim ...
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