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With that, I capture his lips with mine, desperate to feel even closer.
I am Amber. No one can change that now.
*****
Hand in hand, we ascend the stairs. As we near the guardians, they both aim their guns at us. Adis gives my hand one last squeeze before raising his hands in surrender. “Well, good evening, sirs,” he says in a relaxed tone. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”
“Oh, don’t start with us, Adis.” One guardian cuts him off, grabbing him and cuffing his hands behind his back. They clearly know each other.
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