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all sconces illuminated the edges of the room. The air smelled of old paper and leathe
ow f
ng sound reached her ears. It was a wet, heavy panting. A
he blood drained from her fac
eel came down on something hard. A
arents' framed photograph lay shattered on
eins. Her vision narrowed. She reached out and slammed he
e light flood
topped b
usband. Beck's dress shirt was unbuttoned, his trousers pushed down
d as if a massive hand
" Harlow said. Her voice w
e heavy brass paperweight from the edge of the ne
into the wood with
mbled, pulling up his pants with frantic,
trap of her silk camisole back over her shoulder. A tin
annoyed. He ran a hand through hi
just wood and paper, Harlow. You attach too much sentiment to inanimate objects
, her father's favorite gold pocket watch lay crushed. The glass was. Her fingernails dug so hard in
nted a shaking finger at the door. "This is a sac
yes. "The soundproofing in here is top-tier. It'
throat. She stepped forward
. "Get your dirty body ou
out his chest, creating a physical barrier between Harl
g with arrogance. "Fallon is my soulmate. She actually underst
had endured three years of a loveless, exhausting
Beck's broad shoulder. She put
ut her tone was laced with pure, unadul
ng caught in the act flashed across his face, but his massive ego quickly crushed it. He straighte
k announced proudly. "Fallon gave me a so
low to the head. Her pupils dilated. A
had a chil
k of ice, Harlow. Three years of marriage, and you refuse to ful
d, replaced by a freezing, absolute clarity. She saw this ma
eck. She reached out a manicured
ly, Harlow," Fallon said, re
he looked at Fallon's hand as
th your filthy han
are being completely unreasonable.
d the library. The crushed watch. The shatt
ow said. Her voice was devoid of
d her bac
wood floor. Each step was precise. Each step wa
uted after her, his voice echoing in the large
he doorframe. She d
of affection she ever held for Beck Chase evaporated into th
ect wife anymore. She would make them
of the library an
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