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... h unfamiliar curtains.
For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The room was small, neat, and decorated in soft, neutral colours. I was not in my bedroom or a hotel.
Then it all came rushing back: the kidnapping, the rescue, Axel and Tye getting shot, Helena’s apartment.
I sat up slowly, realising I was in a bed, covered with a soft duvet. In all the whirlwind of events the night before, I hadn’t even noticed I was still wearing the gown from the gala, which was now ...
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