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I crumple the paper. “The rogues. Were they caught?” Boaz nods. “They’re saying you’re the one who sent them.” My nostrils flare. I’m being framed, and only one person could possibly benefit from all of this: f*****g Anderson. Light footsteps and the sweet scent of lavender alert me to Juliana’s presence, and I tell my men, “Return before you’re missed, and keep me updated.” They bow and disappear down the stairs. I cast a weary glance at Jules, who’s leaning against the door with her cellphone in hand. “You gonna break it to her or what?” she drawls nonchalantly. There’s no love lost between our family and Leilani’s, and while her father’s death, no matter how it happened, should be a source of joy for us, I can’t shake the sadness creeping like vines into my heart. She’ll be devasta
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