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... f it isn’t the prodigal daughter of the great Shelly clan. Tell me, dear cousin, how does it feel to be cast out from your birthright? To be relegated to these...humble accommodations?"
Rose met his taunting gaze with fire in her eyes, refusing to be cowed by his mocking words. "You would do well to mind your tongue, Marlowe," she warned, her voice low and laced with quiet menace. "I may have fallen from grace in my mother’s eyes, but I am still a Shelly. My blood runs truer than most in ...
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