LEILA
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He walked towards me, his gaze locked onto mine, and a chilling realization washed over me.
I was the target.
Not any of the others huddled in fear, not even Misa.
Everyone else, the terrified guards, the whimpering maids they were just witnesses.
The heavy door creaked open again, and several young women, some almost naked except for little coverage of panties, one completely bare, were shoved into the hall, their screams echoing off the cold stone walls.
At that moment, a strange numbness settled over me, even as my insides trembled violently.
The sheer audacity of it all, the blatant disregard for human life, for him to look at me with that cold, calculating intensity, I knew what it meant.
They knew I was close to Damien but how had they figured that out?
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