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"Thank you for your years of help Kiko,” Lio tapped her on her shoulder, beckoning her to wander with him. “But, as you know, our funds are close to none. I have already dismissed all of the servants, you are the final one left.” He pivoted towards her stopping their walk through the park. “I’m releasing you from duty.” Kiko chuckled, shaking her head humorously, “Your father employed me, not you.” She grabbed Lio’s hand tenderly. “I will not leave the King of Mieving without proper aid.” Lio laughed dryly at this, resuming his walk. “I thin...
I hadn't meant to betray him, but as the explosion rattled me, I knew I had. Screams shook the air, and I clasped my hands over my ears. A strong hand pulled them down and held them tight. My father smiled at the fire that engulfed the Weir’s mansion, the intent of watching it all fall before us. Our car sat in a grove of trees, giving us cover but allowing us to watch the massacre that ensued at my hands. “Do you think Lio is okay?” I asked Father, trying to steady my breath. He frowned at the question, turning his full attention to me.&n...
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“The flowers are really pretty,” a customer commented while walking by the counter. Loir nodded as she bundled up the last of her orders with a bright pink ribbon. February was always the busiest time for the shop, but that just meant more time that she could work. She sucked in a breath as she pricked her finger on one of the thorns that the white rose had. She wiped her bleeding finger on her pants as she set the bouquet down. Stretching, she grabbed her phone from her pocket, turning on the display. No new messages. Not unusual. She sighe...
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