THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME
He nodded slowly, the mask of the professional soldier dropping back over his features so fast it was dizzying.
The desperation vanished from his eyes, replaced by a quiet, heartbreaking understanding.
"Right," Nathaniel said softly, stepping back toward the door. "The sleeve measurements."
Before the door could swing open, he gave me one last, lingering look.
There was no anger in his expression.
It simply the heavy, silent acceptance of a man who knew he had just played his most dangerous card and lost.
The handles clicked, and the doors opened to reveal Rozy, who was practically vibrating with excitement to get back to her work.
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