The other woman was ME

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at the Edg

fore her like something carved out of a dream-stone arches draped in ivy, windows like eyes watching her arrival. It was nothing like the tiny

o quiet. A silence that

al pencils and folded sketchbook inside, though she doubte

woman with a tight bun and a tighter smile gre

villa's name suited it-beaut

e that reflected Mia's hesitance. Paintings lined the corridors, a

"Everything has been arranged according to Dr. Shaw's rec

be sure. No unnecessary contact. No emotional entanglements. Discretion

danced with the breeze, and a four-poster bed stood like a throne. The window o

taring when she

ected the housek

Damian Vo

suit looked sharper than steel, and his eyes-co

smooth but unwelcoming. "I tru

cing her voice not t

her, lingering not inappropriate

"is more than a medical procedure. It's the last thread holding

dded.

s expression-approval or

at eight. Elena would like t

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to the edge

al. This wa

s stillness told her that n

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