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Chapter 10: Her Fathers Visit

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Arden POV

"Take the infants," the official ordered, turning to the two guards.

"No! Touch them and I will kill you!" I roared, my eyes flashing as the dormant spark deep in my chest surged.

One guard stepped forward and pulled a pair of heavy silver restraints from his belt. He grabbed my weak, trembling right wrist, slamming it against the iron frame of the bed. A sharp clack rang out as the metal cuff locked into place around my wrist and the headboard.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, fighting wi
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