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THE WHITE HAIRED man came in to remove the handcuffs.
“Do I get to ask your name now?” she said as he unlocked them.
He gave a slow nod. “Tudor. My name is Tudor.”
“Are things going to change now?” Tears trembled in her eyes. She didn’t know how she was going to achieve what was requested of her, but at least now she had some answers. She’d been kidnapped because the man who was in control of all of... this ... whatever this was ... had one of the darkest, thickest birthmarks she’d ever seen down the side of his face. What he’d told her made sense. She had no one who would be looking for her, and she was good at her job. She’d been featured in a number of medical papers for the results she’d achieved—papers which had been published online, together with a few newspaper an
