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skyline.
Clare had not just left.
She had erased herself.
His eyes drifted back to the paused security footage glowing across the screen. Clare outside the restroom, one hand pressed strangely against her stomach beneath her coat.
Something cold moved through him.
Instinct.
Sharp and immediate.
Damen turned abruptly.
“The restroom.”
Lorenzo frowned.
“Sir?”
“After continue reading …
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