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GLYNDON My heart feels lighter after the heart-to-heart with Mum. It’s been long overdue and I finally got the chance to express everything that lurked inside me. I’m just lucky to have a patient, understanding mother like her. When I woke up half an hour ago with a sore pussy and arse and found a text message from her, I couldn’t resist calling. I did put on my shorts and shirt first, though. Talking about Killian is one thing, but letting Mum see the savage marks he left on my body is entirely different. Thank God, I kept my clothes after I bought the dress—that the brute tore. After the call, my throat has turned dry, so I tiptoe out of the room and sneak down the stairs. My steps come to a stop at the threshold of the kitchen and I grip my phone tighter when I realize someone is there. Shit. “Oh, Glyn. Come in.” Reina tells me with a smile. She’s wearing a gorgeous blue satin robe that matches the color of her eyes. “Did you need something?” I clear my throat to fight the scratchin