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The thick Persian rug swallowed the sound of my fo

ry text from Paige, complete with a p

d in my gut. I looked at the pictu

ger worth my time. My focus now had to b

at used to mean nothing mo

y most import

ive, intricately carved double door

he cold brass handl

The thrill of revenge faded, replaced by

the moment "Project Chimera" evolved from lines

raight line to success. I was going to

t followed, forced me to drop out, change m

ays like a ghost, surrounded by

uelty had shattered the she

that hiding brings no

ontgomery was the cornerstone

." He needed a perfect girlfriend to save his reputation. I needed his

ir t

yes, my gaze

d the d

through a massive floor-to-ceiling win

nt of medicine and... something else

ng with delicate spices, was sensi

ed. I walked fas

e figure lying on the enormous

l, a fallen statue swa

The man who was once a god on

the bed, the foul

ight. The beam cut through th

jaw and cheekbones visible even in sickness. But his l

s condition was much, much

under a thin blanket. The leg that the

oming from unde