A Second Chance: My Twin Mates
I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping once against the armrest.
“So, the Fiato dogs have sharper teeth than most thought,” I said, tone dry. “I had hoped Agatha would be the dagger in Josiah’s bed, but instead she lies broken at his feet.”
There was regret there, a bitter taste at the back of my throat. For months, I had shaped the idea that Agatha, with her hunger for Luna’s crown, would serve as the perfect venom. A woman’s betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. But she had failed, or perhaps she had been played too soon.
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