Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

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ly, her heels clicking rhythmically on the polished floor. She wore a wide-brimme

ng up a specific brand of imported organic milk for

out wedding bands at Tiffany's. She had intended to avoid them,

saw them through the open doors of t

citedly at a tray of diamond rings. She looked ra

watch, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He looke

urned, intending to take a different route, when a woman

d a tester into

ationship. The scent he used to bury his face in. Th

air-conditioned currents, wafting tow

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mn as his head snapped up. He looked around wildly, his nostrils flaring. He pus

had sprayed the scent, and for a split second, it grazed o

her back fully, her posture calm, and continued wal

pale. He took a st

ord was swallowed by the c

ran out of the store, grabbing his arm. "Where

pulled away and rushed

n had been seconds ago. The air was s

counter, his knuckles white

was

you?" Calla demanded

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e. "She's dead, Braeden. She's f

through his hair. "It was so strong. It

taken the escalator up to circle back

mbling hands. She saw

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text from Felix: Table at La Rive

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