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Chapter 44: The Vault Confrontation

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The night air over the Chicago River was thick with the scent of diesel and coming rain but inside the penthouse the atmosphere was purely lethal. I stood in front of the vanity mirror adjusting the sapphire brooch on my shoulder. It was more than a piece of jewelry now; it was a beacon. My mother was alive. She was currently thousands of miles away in a high security villa in the Swiss Alps surrounded by the best medical team Xavier’s money could buy. She was healing rebuilding her strength an
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