prologue

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There I was, pinned against the wall, nowhere to run or hide. I had no source of protection. The evil man was standing in front of me with a menacing look on his face.

My name is Mara Jamine and I am 16 years old.

My dad had been killed because someone was jealous of how he got married to my mom when he liked her.

My mom was also murdered by the evil man.

Then the man came for me, I was sad and scared. I caught a glimse of his briefcase he had been carrying and saw the name, Molten McCarthy. The man looked down on me then brought out a gun. That was all I remembered before everything went black.

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