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Chapter 10

“What the fuck did you do?” Feodor enters my bedroom a fury ball of fire. His eyes dark and staring. Feodor nearly never gets angry. He is the most considered and caring guy I know, which doesn’t really suit his job description as he is supposed to be a very mean and uncaring person. Sometimes I am not sure to why he decided to choose this job, but he seem to be good at it so who am I to question his motives. “What are you talking about?” I immediately stand up straight feeling like a five year old girl who got caught with her hands in the cookie jar, although the five year old will know what she did as she is doing it as to I whom doesn’t have a foggiest. I clasp my hands together behind my back. Standing there like a dumb struck teenager, but there is no fear, no sweating of palms, no heart raising or even a twitch of anxiety. The only emotion peeking from behind the curtain is uncertainty. I don’t know what the fuck I did. “Do not play innocent with me, Isabella.” He whispers stalk
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