Saving My Rejected Mate
Aisha.
She stood straight-backed, hands clasped in front of her, fear flickering in her eyes, but beneath it was something stronger. Resolve. The kind that didn’t need to announce itself. She wore no extravagant jewelry, no symbols of power, yet the room shifted the moment she entered. Blood recognized blood, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Jacob moved efficiently, setting his laptop on the table and connecting it to the projector.
“This woman,” I said, my voice cutting through the murmurs, “is Aisha Riggs.”
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