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... composure. Her grip on Minerva’s wrist tightened, making Minerva flinch in pain. With a sharp glance, Minerva quickly yanked her hand free and frowned, saying nothing. Instead, she turned and quietly walked toward Hera, gently reaching for her hand like a scolded puppy seeking comfort and reassurance.
When Minerva offered her hand, the red bruising on her wrist—where Alice had just grabbed her—was clearly visible. Hera frowned at the sight, her gaze shifting briefly to Alice before retur ...
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