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to find out what

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had expected some things to remain unchanged. The Elea

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ch. "I'm not having

es flicking between them, as if u

iberate. The tension in the room t

can lock me in here, but you can't fo

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wrist, pulling her close. Her brea

murmured, voice low and c

o his. "The Eleanor

t for a second-then, just

n her eyes

the surface. "You will come downstairs, Eleano

, her silence an

smirk. "And if I have to car