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... ty in a quiet hush, as if the sky itself knew something was shifting.
Elara stood by the penthouse window, holding a cup of untouched tea. Below, traffic crawled like ants. Above, clouds hung low and heavy, the kind that promised storms.
She hadn’t slept.
Not because she was afraid.
But because for the first time in weeks, she knew something that made her dangerous.
Damien’s study was locked again.
Not that it mattered, she had made a copy of the k ...
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