Diego brought his face closer. His breath, warm and laced with whiskey, fanned across Hazel’s skin. His lips—firm and often harsh—were now only a hair’s breadth from her own.The world around Hazel narrowed to a silent corridor, the cold wall against her back, and the man whose deep green eyes burned with an intensity that made it difficult to breathe. There was a lethal magnetic pull between them—a pull forged from hatred, desire, and the deepest kind of dependency.Hazel held her breath. She didn't move back. She didn't move forward. She was simply trapped, her heart thundering in her ears, waiting.And in that impossible second, before the vacuum could shatter, another voice cut through, sharp as a knife."Darling... so this is where you are?"Cassandra.She stood at the end of the hallway, wearing an elegant champagne-colored evening gown, a sweet smile plastered on her face. Her demeanor was casual, relaxed
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