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... ment, the faint antiseptic sting in the air, the quiet weight of realization pressing against my chest.
I stood frozen, staring at Alexis Harrington, my mind working faster than my body could respond.
She knew.
Not just about Mr. Angel. Not just about my survival.
She knew.
I had spent practically a full year crafting identities, weaving masks so seamlessly that even the most persistent hunters struggled to follow my trail. I had deceived governments, navi ...
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