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chapter 23: Rachel's Close Call

Author: Noura writes
last update publish date: 2026-02-28 20:55:22

Dante arrived back at the safehouse just after midnight. Rachel Cohen was with him.

She looked terrible. Bruise forming on her left cheek. Split lip. Blouse torn at the shoulder.

But she was alive.

"I'm fine," she said before anyone could ask. "Just shaken."

Sienna hugged her carefully. "What happened?"

We moved to the living room. Rachel sat. Winced as she settled onto the couch.

"I was leaving my office. Around seven. Late meeting with the prosecutor. My security team was walking me to my car
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