“Deborah, meet me at the old pier. Don’t tell anyone. Be careful, baby. I love you.”Luther’s voice was low, urgent, and steady, the kind of tone that always carried hidden weight. The call ended before she could even respond.Now, standing beneath the pale wash of the moonlight, Deborah pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders as the cold air from the sea brushed her skin. The sound of the waves against the dock was rhythmic, almost haunting. The world seemed to hold its breath here, no cameras, no reporters, no brothers watching her every move. Just the hush of the tide and the shadows that stretched long and dark across the empty pier.A few meters away, a sleek black car waited. Luther stepped out, his figure tall, dressed in a dark coat that fluttered slightly in the wind. The glow from the pier lamps cast sharp lines across his face, sharp jaw, intense eyes, expression unreadable.“Glad you came,” he said quietly, his lips curving in that faint, knowing smirk she’d learned t
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