Serena’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stepped between Malachi and the mahogany table, her body instinctively shielding the violin case. "My father was an honest private banker!" she said, her voice trembling with righteous fury. "He died in an accidental fuel explosion on Lake Geneva! If you brought me down into this medieval dungeon thinking you can steal my family heirloom and hold me for ransom, you are…
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