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... f a glass of wine. As if the last fifteen minutes had been nothing more than a casual morning chat.
Lucian pulled his shirt back on, brain still trying to reboot from the combination of trauma and relief.
His ribs didn’t hurt anymore. That was good.
Everything else about this situation was deeply, deeply bad.
Myra settled into her chair, studying him over the rim of her glass. The playful expression had faded slightly. Something more serious took its place.
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