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THIRTY THREE | The Truth Straight From The Horse’s Mouth!
Silence.
After Aurora stomped out of the basement with tears and anger swarming in her eyes, silence took control of the entire room and the humans breathing in it. The slogging drops of water tapping against the surface of the sink became more prominent now—almost annoying.
Zarina was the last person to know anything remotely about Venice. She had been, after all, kidnapped on the very first day in the city. But Julie wasn’t a foreigner and neither was her husband. They were natives, born and raised around these busy streets. However, Zarina still couldn’t find it in her heart to question literally anything. Other than giving some time for the old wounds that had been freshly clawed and bruised to heal. Or, at least, for them to come to terms with it.
Julie had slumped against the wall of her cell and sat down, holding herself tightly. As if it was the only way to save her from falling apart. Marco had resumed his mad pacing, pulling at his ha
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