d served Grafton, but the woman who had been tethered to Justen's memory.

d with the

His smile was warm, his eyes full of a light that had long since been extingui

oked at his face, memorizing every line, every d

assion, of anger. What she felt was th

k out a

It curled, turning brown, then black. Justen's

ox. A box Justen had given her. She closed the lid,

es Grafton had approved. Simple, dark, professional att

cing them in cardboard boxes. She would donate the

ed. A message

ph

ond ring on Cherrelle's finger. Her

e best taste, doesn't he? C

a blank mask. The part of her that co

he message wi

e was in his home gym, sweat glistening

stop when

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,"Cayl

food from Le Ci

in the city. It was also the place Justen

there. A sullen teenager forced

e room. Justen laughing, rai

ve that memory on a platte

tion that even her past was not her own. It belonged

ange, unwelcome pang of guilt twisted in his gut. He didn't understand it. He pushed it away, telling himself that eve

eld it ou

voice flat. "You l

brand he'd once thrown at her head in a fit of rage, le

Her fingers closed ar

, quickly masked by a sneer. He hated that he felt it, hated that this wom

ember that night you crawled into my bed when I was drunk. A little kin

wed the ca

for someone else in his drunken haze, forcing himself on her. She had frozen, caught between the promise to his brother and the shock of his actions, his face so much like Justen's in the dark. In the morning,

nal confirmat

eft to save. Nothin