SydneyIt was barely 7:00 AM when I stormed into the penthouse, the air still smelling of the rain and salt from the night before.My skin felt tight, my nerves frayed to the point of snapping. I hadn’t slept; every time I closed my eyes, I felt the rough grip of those masked men on my throat and then the electric, bruising heat of Bryce’s mouth against mine.The duality of the night was enough to make my head spin.One man had tried to break me, and another had saved me—only to leave me more confused than ever.Eric was in the dining room, looking every bit the picture of corporate perfection in a crisp charcoal suit. He was scrolling through his tablet, a cup of black coffee steaming beside him. The sight of his calm, composed face of the man who had watched me die in another life, sent a surge of pure, unadulterated rage through my veins.“You really are a piece of work, Eric,” I spat, my voice cracking the morning silence like a whip.He didn’t even look up at first. “Good morning
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