The President's Little Girl
Rafe had left her to her own devices, but his presence lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of her precarious situation.
As the evening approached, Lia wandered into the library, hoping to find something to distract her from her spiraling thoughts. The room was massive, with shelves that stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that seemed untouched.
She ran her fingers along the spines, stopping occasionally to read the titles. Most of them were about business, law, and history—hardly the escapism she was looking for.
But then she noticed a small section tucked away in the corner, filled with old, worn books that seemed out of place among the pristine volumes. She pulled
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