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“So that’s how it felt,” he adds after a moment, silence falling over his words.

It’s almost ten o’clock when Ed walks out of my place, heading to his suite.

I spin around, ready to peel off my shirt, when I hear a knock on the door. Instinctively, I look at the patio, my gaze hovering over the table, convinced that Ed has forgotten his phone.

I hear another rap at the door.

I head over there and swing it open, my gaze drifting up, moving over the silhouette of a beautiful woman.

I freeze.

Dark green eyes flicker between soft lashes. Her eyebrows lift slowly as our eyes connect.

Her hair is long and dark, and her features resemble mine.

She looks unchanged except for the soft, almost invisible lines at the corners of her eyes.

If anything, she looks better.

Sporting a subdued glamour that fits her perfectly and blends with the surroundings, she studies me as well, her gaze lined with curiosity.

My blood turns cold.

For a moment, we look at each other in silence.

“James,” she says in a clear voice, not altered by the passing of time.

“Theresa.”

End of BookTwelve

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