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Chapter 45 The Blood We Inherit

The private jet cut through the sky like a scalpel.

Isla stared out the window, watching the clouds peel away beneath them. Below, the North Atlantic glistened in the afternoon light-cold, infinite, and indifferent. Much like the man she was flying toward.

Marek Holloway.

Her biological father.

Her enemy.

The man who had sold her future for po

            
            

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