Chapter 8 Eight
The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, followed by the sound of heels hitting the marble floor.
Antonia froze.
Her hands tightened around the serving spoon as her heart leapt violently against her ribs. They’re here.
The scent of simmered spices, roasted herbs, and warm bread ...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 One
2. Chapter 2 Two
3. Chapter 3 Three
4. Chapter 4 Four
5. Chapter 5 Five
6. Chapter 6 Six
7. Chapter 7 Seven
8. Chapter 8 Eight
9. Chapter 9 Nine
10. Chapter 10 Ten
11. Chapter 11 Eleven
12. Chapter 12 Twelve
13. Chapter 13 Thirteen
14. Chapter 14 Fourteen
15. Chapter 15 Fifteen
16. Chapter 16 Sixteen
17. Chapter 17 Seventeen
18. Chapter 18 Eighteen
19. Chapter 19 Nineteen
20. Chapter 20 Twenty
21. Chapter 21 Twenty One
22. Chapter 22 Twenty Two
23. Chapter 23 Twenty Three
24. Chapter 24 Twenty Four
25. Chapter 25 Twenty Five
26. Chapter 26 Twenty Six
27. Chapter 27 Twenty Seven
28. Chapter 28 Twenty Eight
29. Chapter 29 Twenty Nine
30. Chapter 30 Thirty
31. Chapter 31 Thirty One
32. Chapter 32 Thirty Two
33. Chapter 33 Thirty Three
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