Buried In Deception
chandeliers cast weak pools of light, leaving shadows lurking at every corn
t the only on
s flicking toward every darkened doorway. He hadn't spoken much since
e being
n Sinclair's private study, Amelia'
t be here,"
the doorknob. "That ne
cl
or swu
ing faintly metallic. The walls were lined with mahogany shelves, the
yes scanning the room. "We h
other's desk. He rifled through drawers w
rp intake
turned.
ng around the paper. "It's addressed to m
the handwriting. The words w
be
act soon, it will be too late. You know
igna
d ran cold. "
aled. "My
wisted. "You
the door made
tst
. Mea
ookcase. He reached behind a row of books, pressing ag
estions. He yanked her inside jus
an Sinclair step inside. His sharp gaze sw
looking
ooking f
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d in t
smelled of damp wood and dust. Ethan didn't let go of Amelia
eart pounding from their nea
e was tight. "And he w
lia turned, only to realize jus
er. His scent-woodsy, laced with whiskey-wrapped around her, making it
but not forceful. His gaze dropped to her lips for a
wed. "You nee
ushed against the inside of her
eath h
r. That even now, even in the middle
," she
, tilting his head.
muttered, tryin
but his smirk deepen
e still im
e, thick with unspoken things. It had always been this way with them-a
en noise fr
oth st
d. He leaned in, his voice barely
ng-though she wasn't sure anymore i
-
Firs
ay, slipping into a dimly lit corridor. The
to be mor
You're the one who pulled
, invading her space
d. "I tol
huckled
ut before she could, he grabbed
dden, unexpected-bu
teady. She felt the firm press of his body a
but there was no real
lips hovering just above
sh
ly, real
ad-she ki
entle. It w
e her forget where they were, forget the danger, f
her back. His body pressed her against the cold
hem apart, and she let him, let herself fall into
kless. It
it felt
apart, Amelia was brea
ing against her lower lip. "Yo
wled. "
ker in his eyes now-something dangerous
o focus. But as they slipped awa
e in dee
lair was more dangerous th
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