(POV: BRIANNA HAYES)I closed the door of my small room in the service wing and slid the iron bolt, collapsing with my back against the wood all at once. My legs gave out immediately, forcing me to slide down to the cold floor of the quarters. I curled my knees against my chest, embracing my thick thighs while trying desperately to draw air into my lungs. My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, stretching the fabric of the dark cotton uniform. I was suffocating under the weight of everything that had happened tonight at the Palace Hotel.My entire body continued to sway with an electrical tremor that I could not halt. The skin on my back, right over the old scars my father had left, felt like it was burning beneath the clothes, stamped by the touch of Alexander Thorne’s large, warm hands on the deserted beach. He had broken the damn man who t
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