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The thunder outside mirrored the rage inside Isla's chest.
Rain lashed the windows of the small countryside manor she now called home-temporary, secret, and far from the ruins of the syndicate headquarters she had reduced to ash. The war Désirée started had not ended; it had only evolved. And Isla? She was evolving too.
She stood alone in the sit
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