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Chapter 33 : Gravity

ผู้เขียน: Susan Chow
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"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the guest wing," Damian said. "I can't sleep next to you tonight. The static in your

head... the secrets... it's too loud."

He opened the door.

"When you're ready to be my partner my true partner you let me know. Until then... you're

just the Detective."

He walked out.

I stood alone in the center of the room. The silence rushed back in, deafening and cold.

I had the intel. I knew the enemy. I had the notebook in my pocket.

But as I looked at the empty bed, I realized I might have just lost the one thing I was

fighting to save.

I sank to the floor, clutching the notebook.

"I'll fix it," I whispered to the empty room. "I'll save Leo. And then I'll fix us."

But deep down, I knew that some things, once broken, could never be put back together

the same way again.

HELEN’S P.O.V.

The bed was vast. I had never realized just how large a California King mattress was until I woke up in the center of it, surrounded by acres of cold, undisturbed linen. There was
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