destination in mind,

lf back at the Montgomer

me. I needed to see Ethan

ong over. The

key I still had, the ke

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wearing one of my silk rob

p, startled,

t are you doing here? I told

the docile, amnesiac

d, my voice flat, devoid of

al hand to her chest. "Oh, t

absurd. She' s lying. Tr

n apology. And so does that boy of yours, for upsetting

y. From m

of it stol

voice dangerously calm. "He' s dead. Yo

. "How dare you! You think you ca

e, grabbing my arm.

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publicly accused me of infidelity, of trying to

using my real name like a curse. "T

your doctors. Get your face fixed again. Be Ser

ontinue being her double,

he screen a distant horror. It

I repeated, my

He' s not dead! He' s hiding, or

' s arm. "Darling, she' s clearly unwe

was more infuriatin

was lost in his o