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Chapter 14: The Quarantined Sickroom

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"A fair offer, Mr. Thorne, provided you give me absolute authority with zero interference."

I refused to look away from his burning gray eyes. The grip of his fingers on my shoulders remained unyielding, radiating the feverish heat of a predator capable of snapping a weaker soul in half.

Kaelen studied me, searching for even a flicker of hesitation across my face.

"Except Vivienne," I added, my voice clinical and ice-cold. "That woman is not to come within twenty yards of Leon’s sickroom. His f
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