CHAPTER 19: A STORM BREWING

"Smile, Ivanka."

Damian's grasp tightened around my waist as he spoke in a quiet but powerful voice.

Dozens of eyes were on me, so I pressed my lips into a little curve. The cameras that ash. The

murmurs. The strain encircled my neck like a noose.

This was no ordinary public gathering. It was a ...

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