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... rt pounding hard in my chest. I stood at the center of Miller’s bedroom for exactly sixty seconds, leaning my forehead against the closed door with my eyes shut.
I tried to calculate the statistical probability of me disappearing into thin air and when that failed, I stripped off my soaked outer shirt, leaving me in a thin white undershirt that was fortunately less damp, and marched toward the kitchen.
When I reached the kitchen, Rhys was leaning against the marble island, lookin ...
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