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Chapter 14

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The atmosphere, a pressurized tube of silence and stale, recycled air.

Evelina sat in the cream leather captain’s chair, her body turned entirely toward the window. The view was nothing but endless, suffocating blue. She had been staring at it for two hours, refusing to look across the narrow aisle.

Dante was there.

He wasn’t working. He wasn’t reading. He was watching her.

He had discarded his jacket. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that looked too strong, too brutal for the corporate setting. He sat with his legs sprawled, invading the aisle, his presence expanding until it filled the entire cabin.

He was bored. And a bored predator was a dangerous thing.

“Your breathing is shallow,” Dante said. His voice was a low, vibrating hum that seemed to come from the floorboards.

Evelina didn’t turn. “I’m working.”

“You are lying. You haven’t turned a page in forty minutes.”

He stood up.

The movement was sudden, violent in its silen
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  • The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim   Chapter 37

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  • The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim   Chapter 36

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  • The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim   Chapter 34

    The shredded remains of The Book of Tea were gone when I returned to the Archives. The cleaning crew had swept away the leather binding and the cream pages as if they had never existed. The floor was spotless and gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.It was as if the violence of the morning had been erased by a vacuum cleaner.I sat at my desk and stared at the empty space where the book had been. My hands were resting on the cold laminate surface. I tried to summon the anger I had felt earlier, the hot spark of rebellion that had made me want to scream at him.But I could not find it.Dante had replaced the anger with something much heavier. Fear.The images from the black binder were burned into my retinas. The woman with the wire around her neck. The man with no hands. Every time I blinked I saw them. Dante had terrified me on purpose. He had shown me the monsters outside the gates so that I would stop looking for a way out.

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