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She pressed the bottle to her heart. At last If the man had known what he was holding – that mercenary would never have given the bottle back. This bottle contained no liquid; it was her home, her refuge and also her prison. The only thing that could harm her. Or that could control her. Whoever poss...

The way the woman moved was almost a miracle to Borgate. He muttered something under his breath and beckoned her over. Veiled as she was, all that could be seen were those striking eyes. He handed her a note, she took it, placing a gold coin on the bar in return. Without a word, her eyes scanned the...