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... lly see it swirling like smoke. Cassian didn’t just look angry; he looked like he’d crawled out of the deepest circle of hell and found out someone had moved his furniture.
I stood there, frozen, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The sight of him, disheveled, unbuttoned, nursing a whiskey in the dark, was devastating. My brain, ever the traitor, didn’t immediately scream danger. Instead, it whispered, Oh, God, he looks incredible.
I hated myself. I was offic ...
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