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bother opening my eyes-every part of my body ached, as if I'd been crushed und

in disjointed flashes. I was driving home... T

t.

nfamiliar room was dimly lit, the air smelled sterile, and everything a

Relief washed over me for a brief moment, but it

st. The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet as I tried to stand. My

t me just before

voice said, l

Dusan's familiar,

he added, his grip firm y

ar colliding in my chest.

both fear and confusion. Dusan's dark eyes

r savior," he said, his

im, but my legs were still unsteady.

e edge of the bed. "You're welcome, by the way.

the red carpet," I shot back,

exchange. "You've got a sharp tongue for s

like a bucket of ice water. "Wha

ually against the wall as if this were

n bubbling to the surface. "You

eo has a lot of enemies, Leni. He did well to keep you hidden

d such a great job at hiding me, then why am I here?" I snapped. "He wouldn't

ad, his gaze narrow

embling with anger. "Unless t

my blood boil. "My fault? Interesting theory,

and partnerships, and suddenly I'm being dragged int

i. Blaming me won't change the fact that your father's world is da

asked my reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

'd just told a clever joke. "A legal represe

I shot back, my voi

ost legal reps aren't hidden from the world nor do they get tailed by San D

Maybe you've mistaken

Leni. But I don't believe in coincidences, and nei

hing. "If this is about my cl

ce low but commanding. "It's about who you are. And why some

as his words

l, except you. I'd like to leave now, Dusan,

s narrowing as a smirk

Leni. Still clinging to you

y spine. He knew more than I'd expected, and th

own?" I asked, trying

d. "Since your fake funeral. I was at the

took slow, deliberate steps toward

t you say

r's desperation to keep his only child out of this world.

e didn't know about my sisters.

. The real question is, how did they

ng his men." He paused, his gaze sharpening. "And to be fair

reached out, wrapping a stran

space? Guess not," I sna

g into my soul, unearthing thoughts I'd buried. And fuck-he was be

e. Not the smug smirk he usually wore,

. You've got more color now t

much life I'd lost after Franz's death. Yet here he was-a stranger and hei

m my thoughts. He held out a pho