Ava POVBy the time I stepped out of Hale Corporation, the city air felt thinner.Like walking out of a lion’s den and realizing the door had never truly been open.Sara shot to her feet the second she saw me.“Well?” she demanded, striding beside me as we crossed the lobby. “Did the ghost have a face? Was he old? Bald? Evil?”“All three,” I muttered.She blinked. “That bad?”“Worse.”I kept walking, heels striking marble hard enough to echo. My pulse still hadn’t settled. Austin’s voice clung to me like smoke. His eyes. His confidence. The infuriating certainty that I’d call him.I hated that some small part of me knew he was right.Once inside the elevator, Sara folded her arms.“You look angry enough to commit tax fraud. What happened?”I stared at the closing doors. “Austin Hale happened.”Silence.Then—“The Austin?”“Yes.”“The hotel Austin?”“Yes.”“The man you vanished with after disappearing from a murder scene and emotional collapse?”I rubbed my temple. “Must you narrate my
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