Rebirth Of The Wronged Bride
“Yes.”
“What’s your name?” Theo asked again, voice neutral.
“You must’ve forgotten it,” Rory said with a soft giggle. “Back when I saved you, you didn’t ask for my name.”
Theo’s expression didn’t change, but inside, something itched. The girl who saved him didn’t flirt. She hadn’t even spoken a word.
“I asked you your name,” he repeated—flat, cold.
“Rory. Rory Brown. The eldest.” Her voice was soft now, rehearsed.
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