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Rose turned and continued to tend to her garden.
Fred looked at each rose. All healthy and red. A perfect snare for butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and any other insect or bird that dare venture into this place, including men. But he wasn't a man. He was a beast, one specifically designed for Rose's liking.
"Where do your sisters stand in this?" Fred asked.
Rose answered without looking at him, "They don't really have a choice. I still control their bodies. Claire knows that. At least, she's no fool about that. That's why when White seeks what she's sent him out to find, she will restrain my sisters and come to face me." She gave a side head gesture. "Then, I would surprise her."
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