CLARKThe boutique was a temple of minimalist glass and cold marble, the kind of place that specialized in making people look like they belonged in the upper echelons of Manila's high society. As I stepped inside, the plush carpet muffled the sound of my boots, but it couldn't drown out the heavy, rhythmic thrum of my heart.Behind me, I could sense Cadmus standing just outside the door, his silhouette a dark, looming shadow against the mall's bright lights. I knew he was still on the phone, but his predatory focus was entirely on me. Even with his back turned, his senses were locked on my position."Can I help you, Ma'am?" a sales associate asked, her voice hushed and professional."I need a complete change," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline. "Everything. Hair, clothes, even the way I carry myself."I looked at my reflection in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. My hair was long, wavy, and a chestnut brown—exactly how Kate had worn hers in all the old photographs I'd seen in Ca
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