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“Let me guess … Daddy,” Roxy mocked. “You don’t think …” “It’s your father.” Roxy leaned back against the wall and dangled her feet off the bed. “Yes. Yes, I do. Just don’t answer.” “And have him show up here?” I didn’t want to risk him coming here and finding out about Donovan. “Hell no.” I answered the phone and kept my voice steady. “Hello?” “Hello, dear.” He only called me that when he was somewhat pleased with me. “How are you?” If I wasn’t overly nice, things would go further south. “Actually, not as disappointed with you as usual even though it took you too long to agree to spend some alone time with Brock.” He tsked. “Brock informed me you’re hanging out with the dragon regularly. What information have you found out?” “Not much.” That wasn’t a lie. Egan had wanted to confide
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