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... door handle. Elara stood in the archway of the kitchen, a glass of vintage red in her hand. Her silk robe billowed slightly in the draft, her expression a mask of practiced calm.
"Amara is home alone," Sebastian said, his voice tight, stripped of its usual corporate polish. "She sounded... different on the phone today. Worried. I feel like she might have found out something."
Elara didn’t flinch at the mention of the other woman. She never did. She simply walked toward him, the h ...
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