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... of you? To end him?" She leaned in, her voice dripping with incredulity. "For heaven’s sake, Olivia, do you never tire of these fabrications?"
Olivia did not flinch.
She sat draped in the shadows, lazily swirling the crimson liquid in her crystal glass.
"Do you truly believe," she began, her tone laced with a bitter edge of irony, "that I would strike down the only soul who ever offered me a shred of kindness?"
"I may be a wretch, Isabella, but I am not the monste ...
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