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Arielle's POV The second visit to the resort was worse than the first. Not the place itself. The place, in full morning light, was almost breathtaking. The sun had burned the mist off the ocean and the whole coastline glittered, a long curve of pale sand and dark water below the unfinished walls. Concrete columns stood against the sky like the bones of some great sleeping animal. No, the worst part was the man walking beside me.