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“I know I can” She flashed a rare sone

Erin, Erin, Erin My perfect Erin

How could she give herself to that Orchard scum? That sick, horrible bastard?

I hated him more than I’d ever hated a man in my life

I wanted him dead

I wouldn’t let her give in to this deal She wouldn’t sell herself like a coutter and save her

I’d slit that Oligarch shit’s throat and watch hi for mercy

There would be no mercy

Erin, Erin, Erin

I s it in

Chapter 5

Erin

The Orchard Estate was in a massive compound tucked into the shadow of the Colorado mountains The air was thin and I wasn’t used to it, but I didn’t let my discomfort show

Chika drove the Range Rover up a steep incline and stopped outside of black iron gates They rolled back and we crept forward, past ancient aspen trees, and toward a house that was half carved into the livingwater flowed down rocks, and I sucked in a breath, surprised at the place’s natural beauty

I didn’t iarch would live in a place like this It looked like a Frank Lloyd Wright house, a combination of mid-century aesthetic with natural features The roof was flat, and the front facade ood and glass, with lots of natural light and brick Chika parked the Rover and I pushed open the door, stepping out

Redmond came down the front steps with a smile on his face

I felt a chill run down ht more men, and had to reathered the bags, scowling the whole time

“I’lad you made it,” Redmond said

“I took a red-eye froo to be here and you still haven’t explained why”

His s over a forest “I wanted you to see where you’d be living once ere married”

I refused to let hier I kept my face composed “That sounds like a waste of tiain yet”

He waved that off as if killing all ht not be