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At first his brows pulled together, but then his teeth bared, clenched so violently that a muscle feathered in his jaw. I stiffened, pulse colliding against my skin as I prepared to fight for my life. This was what happened every time; I knew better than to voice the questions that haunted me for as long as I could remember. Through gritted teeth, he spat, “Did no one ever call you by a name?” Releasing a shuddering breath, I explained, “No. When I was very young, I asked about my real name, but they beat me in response, so I never asked again.” His face softened at my words, and he gripped me against his body as if I were a precious flower he did not want to crush. “Your name is Izidora.” Continue reading CHAINED Free in Kindle Unlimited! 📚 www.amazon.com/dp/B0CGK948MH