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I tightened my grip on my shawl and glanced over my shoulder as I stepped out of the car. The gala had drained me, but Antonio's warning played over and over in my head like a broken record.
Ivan's father.
My mother.
Betrayal, blood, lies.
It was all too much.
And now, I needed answers.
Not more whispered warnings and stolen kisses in the dar