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fingers brushed her throat. His touch was gentle, at odds wi

power to stop them

ired a ma

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ry. The apartment. And now you're tech support? You h

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ame coming out like a curse. "I

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boy's school. I

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e stepped closer. "Why does that

spered. She backed up,

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s voice was shril

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eems someone stole the source code for Nebula's n

on protocols myself. If there was a breach, it would have tr

the technical jargon. "Well, the t

ially if someone has physical access to the

using me?" S

. He saw Elara's defiance, her int

lowly. "Can you pr

terminal, I can show you the

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n his eyes. He knew she was brilliant. But he also knew she

handle it," Juli

her heart more th

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