Miles’ unwavering stare made my stomach churn, my grip on my flute tightened slightly, and I composed myself, tilting my chin up. We’re divorced. I’ve moved on. He has no power over me anymore. “Alpha Mondragon,” Dr. Ivan said with a respectful nod, “I would like to properly introduce Ms. Ree Marst
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