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Chapter 23 - The Heir and the Crosshairs

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He was quiet for a moment. Then he said softly, “You sound like me.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Or maybe it’s what makes us the same.”

His voice was softer now, almost tender. “You’re stronger than you think, Ava. He may have

built your cage, but you’re the one who found the key.”

I swallowed hard, not trusting my voice.

“I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said.

I turned away, my heart hurting. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes it harder to hate you.”

He smiled, a sad, broken smile. “Then maybe you shouldn’t try so hard.”

Before I could reply, his phone rang. He answered it, his tone going grim almost instantly.

“What?” he barked. “When? Where?”

He listened for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing. “Keep him there. I’m on my way.”

He finished the call and looked at me. “Charles made his first move. One of his men was

spotted near the police station, paying a witness.”

I frowned. “A witness for what?”

“For my
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