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in rapid Italian. His platinum-blonde hair was perfect again, slicked back, his black suit immaculate despite the long night.
When he hung up, he turned and saw her awake.
“Hungry?”
She nodded.
He gestured to a table where someone had laid out pastries, fruit, juice—real food. More food than she’d seen in weeks.
“Eat as much as you want,” he said. “Then continue reading …
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