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Chapter 10: Punishment

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Lina’s POV

I lost my balance against the pillar and fell into the center of the room, painfully aware I had no business being there.

Pain shot up from my knees to my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself upright. Two pairs of eyes were on me before I even dared look up.

One face was disbelief incarnate.

Carlino’s, on the other hand, was unreadable—calm, controlled, like he’d seen this before.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was even, but it cut through me sharper than
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