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"If someone really did try to kill you.we need to figure out who and why" "Figure out?" Daniel scoffed, but a flicker of something – unease? – crossed his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes scanning the screen. "Who is it?" Laura asked, peering over his shoulder. Daniel's brow furrowed. "Unknown number. Just says... 'Hallway. Now.'" He looked up, a strange mix of confusion and apprehension on his face. Claire's eyes narrowed. "A text? Now? That's... odd."

If I’m in the middle of a long shift, I can’t just leave and hop on the first plane I can to the Midwest. She rests her head on my shoulder. “We have the plane ride to sleep. Well, you can sleep at least. I’ll probably be awake the whole time, which is okay. I’ve loaded up my Kindle and I’m ready to dive into this paranormal series I’ve been wanting to read for years.” “Years?” “I wait until at least three books are out in a series to start reading. Cliffhangers give me literal anxiety.” I laugh and slip my arm around her, glancing up at the clock. Our plane is on time today, and we’ll be boarding soon.

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It all settled in like a silent thunderclap. The puzzle pieces kept clicking into place. The full picture hovered just beyond reach. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a level of luxury that stopped me cold. Marble floors, panoramic views, vaulted ceilings, and a silence only money could buy. Cool air touched my skin like glass. My chest rose in shallow, uneven bursts. James Reed... Where have I heard that name before? Then it hit me. Holy crap. James freaking Alexander Reed.

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“I really hadn’t thought about it yet. Usually Sundays are a double shift in the diner. Ummm, I don’t know. Library maybe?” “Melinda and I went yesterday, Mama. Oh, she got you this,” Maddie runs into the living room and picks up a small black device. It’s about 3x the size of a phone and Maddie runs back over to me. “It’s a kindle. She said you have an unlimited account now so you can read whatever you want to. And it’s already connected to the library, so you don’t have to go there to check out digital books. Just pick one and it’ll d******d. Although it does still have a limit on how many books you can have ‘checked out’ at one time. I’ve got one too, but I wanted to have a few actual boo

“A person I want to punch as hard as I did with the bag, if not worse. But this time, he'll bleed. Not me.” His tone had changed at the last words. A shard of fear cut through Emily's chest. At the same time, her brain signaled two words… Sick psychopath. Yes. That was how Rex Hale sounded… like a sick psychopath. Just then, he chuckled—a low, smug sound—like he could hear what was going on in her head . “What? Did I scare you?” he asked, voice dark as his gaze swept over her curled-up body on the floor . And all of a sudden, Emily realized she had let go of his hands and was now a few inches away from him .

Chapter 2: First Night at Obsidian. Eden stared at the contract on her kitchen counter for three days. She had read it more times than she cared to admit. The language was clear, professional, and strangely respectful. There were sections for hard limits, soft limits, safewords, and aftercare expectations. Julian had even included a short note at the bottom in his own handwriting: *Take your time. There is no pressure. If this is not for you, simply do not respond.*

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