The last time Xavier Cole had looked at her like that, she still wore his ring on a chain around her neck, hidden under her shirt so her father wouldn’t ask questions.That was five years and a lifetime ago. And yet here he sat, in a bar that smelled like spilled beer and old cigarettes, staring at her like no time had passed at all.Claire’s pulse hammered somewhere in her throat. Beside him, Theo Winters leaned back against the booth with one arm slung along the top, laughing at something that hadn’t reached his eyes, and on his other side sat Damian Cross, quiet as always, watching the room the way he used to watch a chessboard before he made a move that ended the game. Even sitting still, all three of them filled the room like they owned every exit.Xavier. Theo. Damian.Three names she had spent five years training herself not to think. Three faces that used to be as familiar to her as her own, back before the year everything came apart, before the accusations and the silence and
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