g against her collarbone. It had been her mother's. The only thi
expression shifted, contorting in
the deliberate precision of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. His fingers clo
His voice was
e said. "That w
ed the worn engraving on the s
athed. "Julian. It
friend. The boy who had taught her to climb tree
-not yet. He placed one hand flat against the wall beside her head, caging her without making
per, "when I was in a hospital bed in London after the crash
pen. The non-disclosure agreement. The catastrophic mess she had c
don too, weren't
ian,
. It got quieter. That was worse
y binding, to never speak of what she had done. It sat in her throat like a cork, choking every word before i
sabelle had said, her smile sof
e. The words she wa
nce was
yes died. He pushed off the wall and st
s
s flat. A fi
convenient way to stay close to your real lover. The o
exhausted disgust. "Daphne Stanton, you are the
out. The NDA held her voice prisoner,
nt door clicked shut behind him-n
ne. Empty. The locket was still in
ket. The only th
t given
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