Drunk in Infatuation.

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asn't

gauzy curtains, casting long shadows across sleek furniture and unfamiliar walls. Her black dress clung to

ide a neatly folded note and a small black card. No n

embled as she

ing. Call me when

ad it

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, he clearly believed she'd remember hi

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ll. The door creaked open, and s

tepped

essed in a crisp black shirt that clung to his frame just enough to

meone who wasn't

voice smooth, edged with something darker. "Mos

it could shield her. "Who the hell are you

re you won't be found. Not

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drugg

'd wanted to drug you, you wouldn't be cons

ia

down her throat. Her friend had left early. Elara had stayed behind. There was a man. A stranger

id slowly, accusation sharp i

t didn't reach h

edge of the nightstand for balance

her to see the glint of something unspoken in his

n, he was gone-swallowed by

r click

in her hand. Her pulse thundered in he

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