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CHAPTER 42: The Second Attempt

作者: Mara Sinclair
last update 公開日: 2026-04-12 16:21:53

I didn’t go back to bed.

Neither did Renaud.

He walked me to the sitting room attached to my bedroom, not touching me, but never giving me more than two steps of space. He checked the window latch with a quick, practiced motion, then the balcony door. He did it like a man counting exits, not like a husband concerned about drafts.

“Sit,” he told me.

“I hate that word,” I said.

He glanced at me. “Then stand. Quietly.”<

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