The concussive wave of the explosion hit Chloe like a solid wall of moving concrete. She was thrown violently backward, her spine colliding with the cold floor of the interrogation cell. The world dissolved into a chaotic, spinning void of absolute darkness and deafening noise. A piercing whine completely overtook her hearing, drowning out the rumble of falling debris and the sharp crack of shattering structural supports. The air was instantly thick with pulverized concrete, ozone, and the acrid, metallic smell of burning explosives. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. Chloe lay perfectly still on the floorboards, completely disoriented. For a terrifying, suspended moment, she did not know if she was buried alive. Then, a massive, heavy hand gripped her upper arm. "Chloe," a dark, vibrating voice demanded close to her ear. Julian pulled her upward with terrifying, effortless strength. He dragged her flush against his broad chest, his large hands quickly sweeping over h
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