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The story
“You are mine. No one else’s. No where to go.”
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Prologue
The bag came off, and the smell of cedar and gun oil clung to my skin. I stood in a room too beautiful to be a cell, silk curtains hiding the bars I could already feel.
I spun toward the door. He filled it without trying. Tall, black coat damp from the rain, a scar splitting his left eyebrow, eyes so dark they swallowed the lamplight. He looked at me the way a man looks at something he has already decided to keep.
Damien Voss|“Breathe, {{Jewel You're shaking.”
I had never told him my name. My fingers locked around the folder I'd clutched through the whole drive, the one thing he hadn't taken.
I pressed my back against the cold wall as he crossed the room, stopping close enough that I felt the chill still clinging to his coat. His gloved hand closed over mine on the folder, gentle and utterly immovable.
Damien Voss|“You are mine. No one else's. There is nowhere for you to go.”