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ld that be? Some poor, unsu

ra," he challenged, his voice dripping with condescension. "Who is this phantom man? Your la

of man would truly value you, Elenora? What could you possibly offer besides... desperation?" His gaze moved to the locket, th

h my dress. My priority wasn't to argue with these people, or with Clay. It was to l

ain our guests? We could use a server for the hors d'oeuvres. It's honest work, Elenora. And it would be a step up from... whatever this is." She waved a

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w, Elenora! Don't reac

ped. "I am not your entertainment! I am leaving!" My

lits. "How dare you! After all the kindness Clay has shown

His voice was laced with a chilling disdain. "Let me make this abundantly clear. You and I are over. Our past is dead. And my futur

and imposing, marched into the ballroom. They moved wi

! Thank heavens! We have a situation. This woman, she's a trespasser, causing a

agitated crowd. "A disturbance during the pre-summit gala? This is highly irregular. We have high-profile delegates arriving any moment, including Mr. Gor

rough the suddenly silent room. Two burly guards

in's. He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the loc

. that locket," he whispered, his voice raspy, ba

raw, naked fear. He looked at the locket, then at me, then back at

ld you still have it, Elenora?" He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his face, then he hardened, his features setting into a mask of cold disregard.

me, stirred. They clawed their way to the surface,