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... cused, almost clinical.
Her plain tunic and skirt still clung to her curves, but there was a new edge to her, like a tool honed for purpose.
And her hands—sheathed in sleek black latex gloves, the material stretched taut over her fingers, snapping faintly against her wrists as she flexed them.
The sound was sharp in the quiet cottage, a small, deliberate punctuation.
She didn’t sit.
Didn’t kneel.
She stopped a single step from him, towering over hi ...
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