Ashes Of Desire
She tucked her face against his neck and, for the second time in a week, slept without the Lock's particular dark pressing against the back of her skull — dreamless and unguarded, both hands finally, genuinely empty.
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Ryan had covered the entire south wall of the war room in overlapping photographs and three separate maps by the time Eve walked in at seven-fourteen with a coffee she'd made herself, wearing the look of a woman who'd slept well and was allowing herself precisely this long to feel good about it before the morning tried to take it.
Alex was already at the desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled. He glanced up when she entered. The warmth moved through his expression, fast and privat
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