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... eared behind the door, Gabriel’s mind snapped into overdrive.
The ropes cut into his wrists, burning against his skin, but pain was secondary.
Escape was the only thing that mattered.
Diane’s shallow breaths filled the air, weak but still stable, and that alone was enough to keep him fighting.
He twisted his wrists, ignoring the sting of flesh rubbing raw.
Evelyn had walked in with the arrogance of someone who thought she’d already won.
That meant ...
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