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my head around what was happening. One minute, I was barely surviving in New York, and th

expression was unreadable, his movements controlled. The air around him c

find him standing at the doorwa

lump in my thr

ack car waited by the curb. The driver, a man dressed in a dark suit, opened t

the curb. My heart pounded harder with every passing streetlight.

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t his knee. "A place wher

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s eyes dark and intense. "Yo

odd

ld now. And in my world, there are

words, the car pulled into a private airstrip. A jet

e. I hesitated, but what choice did I have? I placed

l turn back,"

ation. There was none. He was offering me an es

tightened my fingers a

d without another word, he l

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onto my jet, I knew the

otection, and that meant she was m

. I glanced at the screen and clenched my jaw

top until

e stared out the window, unaware

ad made

t was

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t stiffly beside me, her fingers twisting in her lap. She was

turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Are you goin

l is a man who doesn't like to lose. Yo

But why? I was nothin

nd a pawn that defies

ched for a blanket and placed it over her shoulders.

ing this for me

cause no one tou

could respond, the intercom crackl

ned. "Ho

out. They're

me in confusion. "W

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dened. "Wha

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ugh the night, but one thing w