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I threw a freshly laundered black button-down shirt over my shoulders, not bothering to button it as I walked into my dressing room. The call with Viktor had left a bitter taste in my mouth. Lawrence was playing a dangerous game, using the media to portray Miller's daughter as a fugitive just to cover his own tracks at the southern docks. He was digging his own grave, and I was more than happy to push him down with it.I decided to go and see my little captive. I wanted to see if the morning paper had broken her spirit, or if she was still nurturing that delicious, burning rage I had tasted on her lips last night.I unlocked the heavy doors to her room, expecting to see her snuggled up in the silk sheets, but the bed was empty.A sudden, cold sense of alertness washed over me as I scanned the room, my gaze sweeping over the space. The reinforced glass windows were completely undamaged, moonlight reflecting off the room. I walked purposefully toward the balcony door. It was locked.The

 Me desperté a la mañana siguiente con un dolor sordo en los músculos por los conductos de aire, y sentía el labio inferior ligeramente hinchado. El recuerdo de la boca pesada y voraz de Damian estrellándose contra la mía cruzó por mi mente, haciendo que mi corazón diera un vuelco absurdo. Me sacudí el pensamiento con violencia. Es un criminal y tú eres policía, me recordé a mí misma con firmeza.Me di una ducha larga y caliente, viendo cómo la mugre y el polvo del conducto se lavaban de mi piel y se escurrían por el desagüe. Cuando salí, envolviéndome en una toalla, volví a ponerme mi ropa vieja, negándome a tomar cualquiera de los nuevos vestidos de seda que me había comprado. Aunque se veían bonitos y tentadores, me negaba a darle la satisfacción de pensar que era su muñeca para vestir.Tod