p in my

at. My heart hammered against my ribs. For a horrifyi

ck in my ceiling. I felt th

r creak

uette framed by the hall light. His

ere screaming in your s

ived. The system had sent me back. Back to the day

a ch

ty. The man I thought I knew, the man I had once loved, was a strang

y voice flat, "about a

s. Fear? Guilt? It was gone as quickly as i

lot of stress." He came closer, tried to

"It's a party. For Chloe's fiancé, Mark Thompson. Big tech gu

athetic. It wasn't about security. It

nt box appeared in the corner o

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s, too. He wasn't just a ruthless businessman. He was my to

ght," Alex promised, his voice syrupy sw

was on a massive yacht, glittering with lights, packed with ric

ilver dress that shimmered like a fish's scales. She laughed, a bright, tinkling sound

me suit with perfect teeth, made Chloe laugh. Alex's jealousy was a raw, ugly thing. He strode across the deck, grabbed Chloe's arm with a possessive

protective,

hompson stood beside me, holding two glasses of

He said the word 'friend' like it was something distasteful. "I've heard so much about y

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in curses," I sai

. "No? You should. S

He looked like a king surveying his domain. I knew, with ab

edule, the explosi

. The deck til

me, I w