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... d softly around them, amber light spilling from hidden fixtures and stretching their shadows across the wide canvas walls. It felt less like a temporary shelter and more like a private world stitched together just for this moment—a quiet pocket where laughter had faded and something far more dangerous had taken its place.
Henry Jackson stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, deliberately, like he was giving her time to change her mind—though neither of them ...
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