THEY MOCKED MY SCARS, DOUBTED MY SILENCE—BUT EIGHT MINUTES IN HELL, FOURTEEN LIVES ON THE LINE, AND ONE BURIED SECRET WERE ABOUT TO SHATTER EVERYTHING THEY BELIEVED.n
“Hands where I can see them!” The shout snapped through the air like a gunshot—and for a second, my body reacted before my brain did. I froze. Not because I was afraid. Because I remembered. “My name is Mara Kelleson,” I said slowly, raising my hands despite the sharp stab in my side. “I’m not
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