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Silas is Gone

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 18:51:19

Lauren’s POV

I stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, my coat still damp from the night air, my heart was hammering so loud I was sure the whole penthouse could hear it. Julian hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t thrown anything or pinned me against the wall like he usually did when the jealousy burned hot. That was what made it worse. His face was stone-cold, the look in his eyes was flat and dark, like he was already three steps ahead and I was just catching up.

“Bedroom, Lauren,” he said
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