The Enemy's Embrace

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woman!" I snarl

ke a parasite digging into my mind making my han

dare

ve trusted all my life ,people like Greg,

es she get off on

hing about me to b

kes m

t she woul

e madder that

were

gua

one able

ct- a bottle of wine sitting on the c

id dripping down like blood, pai

ss my palms against the cool surface of

't know a

me, to live in this world where tr

messed it u

shake the ques

car has a tracker. My phone has a tracker. Hell, I practically have

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y fingers flying over the screen as

ill

s to

icks up, his voice calm but alert

er here

him because there is a brief pause

ike a caged animal. My thoughts are a whirlwind, spinn

r. He steps inside, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "What is g

question. "This isn't about that

knitting together.

place. "Where were the bodyguards that day?" I demand. "Why didn

deepens, but he d

hover. You have made it clear you don't like feeling smother

t they follow m

them. You know the protocol, sir. When you leave, you

, my voice rising. "It has a tra

lames of my doubt. "The tracker only works if the phone is on," he says. "And

g at my sides. "It has a tracker too. Do

e signal... it went dead for a while. Maybe

with it," I finish fo

firm. "That is unlikely. The securi

is saying makes sense, but it also doesn't. How could I, some

w. "Sir, what is really going on? Wh

im about Maeve, about her insinu

why I don't

who planted these doubts in my m

I can't deny that he

" I say finally, my ton

r enough. But if something's bothering you,

gesture feels holl

gh his hair. "What about the t

ead. "No. I

t? Why? Wha

make sure I had left no stone unturned be

"But you need to set up another session soon. Things are... tense right now

y phone. My fingers hover over the screen as I c