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“Too many.”
Carter stood, his leather shoes silent on the concrete floor.
“You should sleep more. Tomorrow will be complicated.”
“Will you sleep?”
“No. I have work to do.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
The vulnerability in that question cut deeper than any knife.
“I’ll be here,” Carter promised. “No one’s leaving this room until it’s safe.”
Vincent approached continue reading …
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