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Chapter 20
MIRANDA
I entered the massive house with my chin up and my palms clammy. Not the best combination but I remembered the last time I had been here. Ace had dragged me along as company. He thought I would stop him from doing something utterly stupid and yet, at the end of the day, Ace still managed to be Ace.
He was protective over Quinn, more so than he was over me at the time. But considering everything, I understood why. He didn't trust the man that stayed in this house. Not when that man was the same person who killed Ace's parents and then used Quinn — his very own daughter — as a pawn in his game.
But I needed to be here. Ace wouldn't let me out of his sight especially when I mentioned coming to this home. I could see him fuming internally even though he kept a cold resolve on the outside when I mentioned meeting with Daniel. It wasn't what he thought though. I wasn't trying to get into Dani
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