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Chapter 163

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The penthouse was too quiet. Even the city’s distant pulse—horns, sirens, the eternal tide of motion—seemed muffled by the thick glass walls. Savannah stood near Colton’s empty study, her fingers brushing the smooth wood of the desk, her reflection hovering ghost-like in the darkened panes. She felt as though the silence was watching her, judging her, pressing against her throat.

Then, the door creaked. A shadow stretched across the marble floor. Weston Briggs walked in as if he owned the place, his tie undone, his hair ruffled by the cold wind from the terrace. His presence filled the room like smoke—calm, calculated, suffocating.

“You don’t lock your doors anymore,” he said, his tone half amusement, half disdain.

“I didn’t expect a thief,” Savannah answered, though her voice carried no humor. She kept her hand on the desk as though she needed its weight to anchor her.

“Not a thief,” Weston replied softly, stepping further inside. “A brother.”

The word shattered her like a glass drop
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