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CHAPTER 271: ARRESTED

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The handcuffs were steel. Cold, industrial, standardized steel.

Aurora sat upright in the center of the California king bed, her back rigid against the mountain of pillows. Her hands were gripping the duvet so hard her fingernails were digging into her palms, leaving crescent-moon indentations.

On the flat-screen TV mounted on the opposite wall, the image was frozen.

Liam.

He was being shoved into the back of a squad car. His head was bowed, not in shame, but to clear the doorframe as the offic
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