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The Princess in Peril

Author: Ria Rome
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-13 07:00:00

Candice's P.O.V.

The phone message was like a threat in the dark van, and I shuddered with the words "bring the princess this night" and Mantovani, though the desert heat, grabbed it, and grew black with anger as he scanned encrypted messages, and found them plotting my abduction--roads, dates, even a picture of me at the villa garden--and the intrigue was going on, and I found the sheriff had eyes on the prize, and he may even have them with us at the moment. We galloped back to the
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