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For now.

But the leash is already looped around her throat.

She hasn't felt the pull.

Yet.

Chapter twenty-nine

Grayson, Thursday 06:50 p.m.

Itext him once.

Wait five minutes.

Text again.

No reply.

From where I sit, across the narrow street, I can see through the café's wide window.

Amber light spills across her hair, bringing out the red highlights.

She's laughing again.

Brooks leans in.

No, Reign now.

He presses one hand to the glass beside her head, a mock-cage she doesn't flinch from.

Her smile widens.

Another minute passes.

My phone remains dark.

I tap a single knuckle against the steering wheel.

Once.

Twice.

The sharp sound does nothing to cut through the heat blooming low in my chest.

This was the plan.

Brooks softens.

I close the deal.

We corner her from both sides.

But he's lingering too long.

Testing the boundaries.

Mine.

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