The Enemy's Embrace

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o walk into my offi

King

o killed m

ith no form of

a tap on

gers loosely gripping my pen as I w

is...

because of his height or the tailored s

mething

't na

nts deliberate, almost calculating even as his sharp gray eyes scan the room, flitting

bably and I let him squirm for a moment

for having me." His voice is deep, steady,

s my moth

to hide. To p

m h

member me, though. No

ost funn

t deny tha

say, the words rolling off my tongue in practiced ease.

esting his elbows on the arm

says, his tone quiet, practiced, as if he is

, tilting my head just

urious

g. "I find myself in places I don't remember

stills for a frac

ac

t pounds, but I don't let it show.

oming out as a low growl. "But

though my mind is already racing.

he's guarding a secret. "I don't know... they are

y feel familiar in some way? Mr. Kingston, if you want

hing flicker in his expression. Doubt? Fear? "The

n moving, my face carefully blank. "Can you tell me more

ter," he mutter

over my notebook. "If we are going to figure

"I don't know anything about it," he snaps. "I have

don't have to ask whe

family'

re my parents

e murde

ate?" I ask, keeping my tone stea

"At least... I don't think so. I d

don't appear out of nowhere. If you are drawn to that place, it means

don't know what you are talking

u from things you are not ready to face. But those memories are still there, Mr. Kingston. And if we don't confront th

scraping against the floor. "This is a mis

Kings

ps, his back to me. "My assistant thought

ng myself to stay calm

one, the door slamm

t there, staring at the

just cruel- it's

ton on a silver platter, and I d

ling as I dial. It rings once, twice, befor

my office," I say, my voice low and st

a low chuckle on the ot

d only Ashe

hat follows s

laced with the same edge as mine. "We sho