The Varenna Key
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Mira never wanted trouble-she just wanted a quiet life, warm mornings, and peace. But the night she opens a sealed envelope from a frightened coworker, she becomes a target. Strangers watch her. Shadows follow her. Her world tilts into chaos.
Then there's Lucian Veyras. Cold. Determined. A man whose name opens doors...and closes throats.
He swears he's the only one who can protect her. She swears she'll never belong to anyone.
But when powerful enemies close in and every truth comes wrapped in lies, Mira is left questioning everything she believed about loyalty, fate, and the man whose touch she should fear-but can't forget.
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