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The taxi slows at an intersection, but Adeline hardly notices. Her mind is still tangled around Ethan's face, his presence, the heavy, impossible pull that seized her chest the moment she saw him walk into the café.

She presses a hand against her sweater, fingertips brushing the pendant that lies hidden beneath. The gemstone feels cold now-unusually cold-as if the encounter had triggered something dormant inside it.

She lets her breath out slowly. The last thing she wants is to ...