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Chapter Forty - Mrs. Short
Mrs. Short had served the Connor family since Liam Connor was a boy. She was used to his foul tempers. But never before had she been the root cause of his rage. She kept her eyes down and her expression unusually contrite as she picked her way over the broken glass, smashed crockery, and upended furniture. She thought his reaction was a little severe, even if he had been fond of the witch. He hadn’t thrown this much of a fit even when his own wife walked out on him. “You summoned me, your grace?” He glared at her with blood-shot eyes. She tried not to stare at his bare chest, which even at her age, was something to see. “Sit down, Mrs. Short,” he practically growled, motioning to the chair that Eisen had recently vacated, one of the few in the room that was still upright. She l
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