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... s bag like it was a lifeline. The leather seat beneath me was soft, but I felt no comfort—just a gnawing anxiety that refused to loosen its grip.
Niklaus, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. I could feel his gaze on me, studying me the way someone might examine a riddle they were dying to solve. It made my skin prickle—the weight of his attention, the way his silence seemed louder than the soft hum of the car engine.
"You look like you’re about to jump out of the car," h ...
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