vibrating relentlessly in her pocket. The screen flashed with "Eden" and "Home." Sh
's curious stare. In the room, she collapsed onto the bed. She didn't cry. She ju
end-stage renal failure, she couldn't afford a emoti
desk, and as her phone powered on, a flood of missed calls and fra
xture of panic and anger. "Adalyn! Where the
unnervingly calm.
hat? Because I came home lat
. "Bambi Steele. Your 'soulma
phone? Addy, listen to me, it's
him off. "I'll have a courier get
ply, then systematically block
old on the table and the small gift box she'd left behind. A delayed wave of regret mixed with offended
ith a steady hand, concealing the dark circles und
ions headquarters, a sleek black Ma
ke navy suit emerged. He moved with an aura of
rlisle," employees wh
lobby. For a fraction of a second, his gaze locked o
-his deep, intense, and unreadable. Her heart gave a strange j
tor doors close. His assistant, Liam Hayes, stepped for
a budget hotel in Brooklyn last night," I
uction regarding an executive assistant, but
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