He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me

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not in light, but in

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and brushed steel. I tried to sit up, but my body felt

, firm but controlle

image of him jarred me. He looked nothing like t

l gear, a headset resting loosely around his neck,

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usually soft. He handed me a bottle of water. "Drink. We had

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my private jet. We just transferred from

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ted in my min

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air of the cabin, heavier than t

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grace of a soldier. "Your car. A cliffside road. An explosion. The bodies were... unid

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horror. I waite

e sensation in my chest. It

ilarating lightness. The invisible no

es locking onto his.

as just the first attempt. She had a cleaner coming to the estate tonight.

at pricking my skin. "

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. Photos. Financial records scro

he Parks for decades. She infiltrated Jackson's life like a virus. The boy, Joey... he's the key. Through him,

omach churning. "D

id with a sneer. "He thinks he's the pu

yes intense, burning wit

more. Elena Parks is dead. She d

s blue. French. He set it on th

a vineyard in Provence. She has a tru

opened it. The photo was me, but different. My h

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a secure estate. You can

anse, swallowing the world I used to know. Somewhere back there, i

reflection staring back at a stranger. "He

on, closing the passpor

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