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as colder tha

out over a city that didn't care who lived or died, and every step Amara

eps ahead of her, no

in front of a dark wooden door

step

impersonal. Cream walls. A queen-sized bed. A va

om the outside?"

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I don't know what k

d. "You'l

leave, but sh

e rules, Mr.

ng drama into my house. Don't ask personal question

in re

ar. You get your clean divorce. An

. "And if someone finds

a shadow wrapping around her throat. "Then yo

ch. "Good. I pr

s, and for a split second, somet

t int

dn't feel things. Especially no

" he said, straightening. "Dinner is serve

the door clic

wly and dropped h

most powerful man in the city. An

that

t dining table. He was on one end. She was on the ot

ow and then. Like he was trying to r

ow to behave in publ

napkin. "Smile, hold your

overd

ipped her wine. "I'm

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time, it wasn't fak

tween them

uzzed. One glance, a

ve to

rse," s

is suit jacket, and

the door, he paused.

floor," he said quietly.

he

sat there

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ust a fake ma

as a

intended