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Chapter 11: The Razor’s Edge
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2026-03-20 08:00:04
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The air in the guest suite of the Thorne Estate was thick enough to choke. Julian stood by the connecting door, his presence a dark silhouette against the moonlight spilling into the room. His eyes were fixed on the small, white envelope lying on the rug—the one Marcus had just deliveredd."You’re trembling again, Elena," Julian said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Is it the cold, or is it the contents of that 'professional reference' from your sister?"Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that felt loud enough for him to hear. She moved instinctively, stepping forward to scoop the photo off the floor before he could see the image of her entering the East Side clinic. She clutched it against her chest, her knuckles white."It’s private, Julian," she whispered, her voice cracking. "My sister... she’s going through a lot. I’m just trying to help her."Julian didn't move. He didn't blink. He simply watched her with the predatory patience of a man who already
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