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... tside the floor-to-ceiling glass seemed to hold their breath, as if London itself knew I’d crossed a line tonight that I couldn’t uncross.
I sat in the study, the only room in this place that still felt like mine. The desk lamp cast a low, amber glow across the polished mahogany.
My bandaged knuckles throbbed with sharp, insistent pain that matched the one behind my ribs. Blood had soaked through the gauze in dark patches. I hadn’t bothered to change it.
I stared at the w ...
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