The other woman was ME
PTE
at the Edg
fore her like something carved out of a dream-stone arches draped in ivy, windows like eyes watching her arrival. It was nothing like the tiny
o quiet. A silence that
al pencils and folded sketchbook inside, though she doubte
woman with a tight bun and a tighter smile gre
villa's name suited it-beaut
e that reflected Mia's hesitance. Paintings lined the corridors, a
"Everything has been arranged according to Dr. Shaw's rec
be sure. No unnecessary contact. No emotional entanglements. Discretion
danced with the breeze, and a four-poster bed stood like a throne. The window o
taring when she
ected the housek
Damian Vo
suit looked sharper than steel, and his eyes-co
smooth but unwelcoming. "I tru
cing her voice not t
her, lingering not inappropriate
"is more than a medical procedure. It's the last thread holding
dded.
s expression-approval or
at eight. Elena would like t
ithout an
to the edge
al. This wa
s stillness told her that n
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