The President's Little Girl
But the raw pain in his voice and the haunted look in his eyes were undeniable.
“You said you saved me because of her,” Lia whispered, her voice wavering. “Because you owed her. What does that even mean?”
Rafe straightened, his expression hardening once more. “It means I couldn’t save her, but I could save you. It means that Vincent doesn’t get to destroy another life the way he destroyed hers. And it means you’re not going anywhere until I figure out how to end him once and for all.”
Lia recoiled, the gravity of his words hitting her like a blow. “So, I’m just… collateral? Another chance for you to make yourself feel better about failing her?”
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