ARDENThe steady thud of Jett’s heartbeat is loud against my ear.One moment, I was drowning in the middle of a crowded ballroom with Lucas’s threats ringing in my head. The next, I was being lowered onto cool, cream leather. A heavy door clicked shut, and the world went instantly, unnervingly silent.The soundproofed glass of the limousine cut off everything.But the silence did not stop my lungs from seizing. My chest still felt like it was caught in a vice, and my vision refused to focus. I was staring at the plush carpet of the car floor, but all I could see was my past life. I saw the ceiling of my old bedroom. I saw the glass of poisoned apple juice shattered on the ground. I saw Lucas’s shadow waiting for me to stop breathing.I was gripping my own throat when a hand covered mine.Jett did not pull my hand away. He just held it, his thumb stroking my palm in a slow circle. He did not demand to know why I was shaking or ask what Lucas had meant. He just existed there as a
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