His Captive Mate
George gives her waist a gentle squeeze, her aunt frowns and pulls the phone to her face so all that Celine can see is a portion of her eye and nose,
“Are those scars? If that fucker Solomon hurt you, I’ll find a new and interesting way to use my rolling pin.” Celine chuckles,
“He’s already dead, Auntie. So, there’s no need to ruin a perfectly good rolling pin. And yes, that part of it was very accurate.” Her aunt nods, her uncle puts his hand on her father’s shoulder as he turns pale. “I’ve healed now; I only have silver scars. I’m doing well, honestly. All things considered.” Her aunt nods, her father takes the phone again, narrowing his eyes,
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