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... r clicked shut, the sound of the lock sliding into place. I stood in the center of the rug, my chest heaving, my mind a frantic blur of adrenaline and terror. Catherine was in the bathroom now and I was standing here in a room that smelled like a distillery and a sin.
I swept my gaze across the floor, spotting my discarded shirt. I yanked it on, fumbling with the buttons as I kicked the empty bourbon bottle under the edge of the bed. I barely had time to rake a hand through my hair befor ...
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