Chapter 8 A spy

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Elvira

I kept pacing the room, my bare feet dragging across the wooden floor. My thoughts were like a storm that wouldn’t stop.

“Spy?” I muttered to myself again, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance. “He really sees me as a spy?”

My hands trembled as I pressed them against my...

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