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Her gaze fell on her own hands. Tonight, she had killed. Her hands were stained with blood now—no longer clean.

But she didn't regret it.

From the moment she'd decided to set foot on South African soil, she had already prepared herself mentally. If she wanted to stand beside Xavier Grayson, if she wanted to help him win, then she had to bear this.

This was no place for a hothouse flower