When Paloma finally reached the Blacklore mansion, she was escorted straight to Ferdinand’s study. Zacharias was already seated inside, one leg crossed over the other, looking far too relaxed for the tension that hung in the air.Ferdinand’s eyes swept over her from head to toe. His lip curled.“You look filthy.”Paloma dropped into the chair across from Zacharias with a heavy sigh, not bothering to sit properly. “Uncle, is that how you greet me? After being locked up for so long?”Zacharias grinned, openly checking her out. “You look terrible, cous.”“I am miserable,” Paloma snapped, voice sharp with leftover anger. “They treated me like some kind of experiment.”Ferdinand’s expression darkened. His jaw tightened. “What did they do?”Paloma told them everything she knew, how she had been caught, locked away, and studied. She spoke of the child who had framed her, of the strength and cunning behind that sweet face, and of the quiet, dangerous sm
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