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is across the room. They were separated by something ancient history, not love or hate. Rebecca ste

rried the law. He didn't speak, but Kelvin responded rising like a bear from hibernation, eye pat

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cuum of sound, Sophia

, everyone k

e feel unnecessary. Towering at six-foot-three with shoulders carved from a life of service, Forlan doesn't walk-he arrives. A man of few words, he

hange were an idealist, it would have taken lessons from Forlan." He doesn't chase headlines; he

Don Williams Coleman, a spiritually reformed criminal. Their bond is legendary in cer

aws whispers. With striking beauty and a reckless charisma, Leah leaves a mark in every place she visits often accompanied by rumors, perfume

sees her d

ut he understands them. He sees the loneliness beneath her seductions, the fear behind her

ce in the storm. And when Forlan enters a scen

ing and falling like a dancer trying to stay on beat. Rebecca moved closer to her, one hand

Samuel watched them all like a man in a chess game where every p

ved into hurried glances and unfinished goodbyes. Fingers trembling above the

a grin. "To remin