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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight.

Meera bit her lip, willing herself not to cry, her defiance simmering beneath her fear.

"Good." the woman sneered, circling Meera slowly like a predator playing with its prey.

"You're obedient. Feisty, but obedient. I can see why you've managed to trap not one but two men in your grasp. Who knows-...