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Chapter 31: To Protect

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Theo

“You can't take that project Mirabella.” I said pacing around my study.

I may have condoned it if it were not for the stunt Zoya pulled on the art minister.

Bella's arms were folded, her jaw set. “You will not tell me what to do?”

I rubbed my chin. “I'm trying to protect you. For goodness sake!”

“Protect me from what, Theo?” She dug her hands into her pocket and pulled them out again. “Exactly.” She said when I didn't respond. “You will stay quiet to the end.”

“Bella—”

“If yo
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