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Chapter 14: The DMZ

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Amara’s POV

Moving into the East Wing felt like crossing a border into enemy territory.

While the rest of the mansion was cold and grand, Adrian’s private suite was a fortress of shadows and steel. The walls were a deep, midnight charcoal, the furniture all low-profile leather and brushed metal. It was a room designed for a man who didn't want to be found, even when he was at home.

I stood in the center of the massive bedroom, clutching a box of my personal sketches. Two footmen were currently
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