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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Amelia's POV: Conrad laughed. He walked into the room and closed the door. I stared at him warily, trying to gauge the kind of person he was. He wasn't very tall, and he had blond hair and dark brown eyes. He had a boyish face and a subtle smile. "You're angry, I get that." He said, raising his hands in surrender. "It's okay now." I scoffed. "Okay? I'm being kept locked up in here for what? And you claim it's okay now?" He smiled, "I'm sure you know why you're here. But honestly, acting like a spoiled child won't get you anywhere." I felt my body bristle with anger. I'm acting like spoiled child? "And you keep me here like in a common prisoner." A maid rushed into the room, dragging with her some cleaning supplies. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, didn't any of them ever knock?! She bo
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