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I helped her to her feet and led her back into the room. A chorus of hushed murmurs instantly quieted, but I kept a steely gaze on my family in case anyone forgot themselves. Before taking my own seat, I scanned the room for the lowest-ranking family member. “Aidan, go track down a bottle of water.” The kid didn’t hesitate. “Alright,” I said, addressing the room. “Now that we’re all focused on how to proceed rather than dwelling on the past, let’s talk action.” Uncle Jimmy was the first to speak. “Tor, I know you want to go on the offensive, but is there any chance the Russian would walk away when he learns she’s under our protection?” I knew he thought he was being reasonable, but it pissed me off. Heads nodded, and murmurs resumed. “The guy’s a psychopath,” I argued. “He’s not goin
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