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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
Richard's POV It wasn't my intention to hurt Amelia. Well, that wasn't entirely the truth. But I didn't want her to get too hurt. She was a valuable piece to me, and of course I needed her alive. But still, I wouldn't say I didn't expect her turning up with a few injuries. If I was being honest, Alastor had actually gone easy on her. I was surprised he didn't immediately ravage her the moment he was alone with her. I couldn't understand the feeling in my chest when I saw her bruised and bleeding like that. Yes we may be monsters, but something about seeing Amelia helpless was rubbing me off the wrong way. I had half the mind to go back to that room and finish what Alastor started. It was a tempting offer. Very tempting. Amelia was beautiful. I hadn't expected her body to be that beau
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