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Amy's tears strolled freely down her cheek, but she pulled away from Luther. She ought not to show him her weakness. If she did, he would start to argue that she wasn't fit for revenge. “I'm fine. At least, I braved it.” “What did they look like? Did you register their faces?” He asked, but Amy was in no mood to start describing faces. “No, I didn't register their faces. The room was dark. I'll be fine with extra security measures. This is nothing.” Even as she said the words, her voice wobbled. There was no denying that she'd been terribly shaken. “If I have to press on, I'll have to endure more than this. It's fine.” She assured him, but Luther wasn't assured. Amy could have died. Those men weren't just random, casual men. They were from his grandfather, and being from his grandfat
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