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... t the diary down on the coffee table and leaned back into her chair, a pleasing smile spreading across her face.
She picked up her wine glass again, taking a slow sip.
The light from the fireplace danced in her eyes, making her look even more menacing.
"Well, Steven," she said, mockingly, "it looks like little Eira’s perfect image isn’t so perfect after all. Imagine what would happen if these little confessions got out."
He wanted to stay on Beatrice’s good side, ...
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