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CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN_ CLAIRE’S POV

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The old fountain came into view a few minutes after I turned onto Ashford Avenue.

It stood in the middle of a small, beautifully maintained courtyard, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and a few benches. The place was quite quiet at this time of the evening, with only a handful of people walking along the pavement.

I spotted Lucian almost immediately. He was standing beside his car, dressed in a dark suit with the top button of his shirt undone like he’d just come from work. His hands w
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At least the judgement was good. He did send the note.
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