DAMON

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“Elena what?” I asked again, because the first time she didn’t answer, she just lay there with her heart going against my chest and her eyes doing something I didn’t like.

“Nothing.” She pushed her hair back off her face. “I lost the thread. Forgive me, I was a little busy.”

It was a good deflection. Smooth, fast, the kind I’d have bought off anybody else.

I didn’t buy it.

I’d just spent the last hour learning every wall this woman owned, and I’d felt ...