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... hickeys were mostly hidden by the collar, and headed down. I made a vague excuse to the security team in the lobby about needing ’fresh air and a specific brand of Spanish cigarettes.’ They looked at each other, then back at me. I was Cassian Wolfe’s personal assistant; they weren’t paid to tackle me unless I was being kidnapped.
I slipped out into the humid Spanish night, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was the first time I’d felt like I was breathing in weeks.
Alex was ...
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