rs, but to a guest suite in the main house. It was luxurious, filled with

bedroom. There was a hidden door in

brought her things had looked at her with a mixture of envy and disgust. They

y they

or clicked. I

h clothes, a dark grey sweater and slacks.

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and dimly lit. He sat in a leather armchair by

it

carpet, hugging her kne

his face. "The noise is coming back. It's distant,

la asked. "

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threw an ashtray at me f

sed. "It's... different. The frequency.

atiently with h

who holds your life in his hands? She looked at the pattern on

sed for sedation, anxiety, insomnia. Mentha piperita. Pepper

ic. She watched Adonis. As she spoke, the tension in his

ing her wrist. He didn't pull

drying herbs. She talked about the way the sun hit the drying racks in her g

stop

ightened on her wr

sty," she

ey. She took a sip. It burned go

the window. Adonis's breathing deepened. He was asleep

, he was strong. He needed her there. Not her body, not her

ng her. She was the only thing standing between this