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... the gravel as he drove away with Cyan felt like a physical weight being lifted off my chest, only to be replaced by a vacuum of pure, unadulterated spite.
I stood in the dust of the construction site, my hands trembling slightly as I clutched my tablet. I felt small. I felt like a footnote in the grand, dramatic biography of Cassian Wolfe. He’d spent weeks treating me like a conquest, then a nuisance, and now, worst of all, he was treating me like I was invisible.
In that moment, ...
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