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“Did you sleep well?” I asked.
“Kind of.” He glanced around nervously. “Don’t take it personally. Sable’s just tense.”
“I understand,” I said softly.
The truth was, I understood far more than he thought.
He was trapped between duty and fear. And Sable knew exactly how to make a man feel guilty just for breathing wrong.
When everyone sat down to eat, I stayed continue reading …
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