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real and as certain as the golden rays of the sun. It was no
mirage, no shimmering reflection that vanished when it was
close enough to touch. Cassia certainly hadn’t expected it, and
Adalynn obviously was trying to deny herself, but she’d also
been just as obviously unable to leave it alone. She’d kept tabs
on Cassia, and she’d appeared in Vegas like an apparition to
watch over her and claim her, to take her back to the land of
the living.
Now that she was getting too close, Adalynn was throwing
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up barriers. Cassia was going to tear them down as soon as
they were erected. She’d chase Adalynn’s fears, bring them to
the surface, and banish them one by one until she realized she
was braver than she knew she could be.
Chapter 14
Adalynn
The one thing Adalynn had always been good at, found joy
in, had made her refuge, was photography. She liked filming
video almost just as much, but she wasn’t used to not being
able to find refuge in her work. It had once been her greatest
passion, but now it felt like a secondary consolation prize.
She’d locked herself in her editing room all morning, away
from a set of cornflower eyes and hair the color of watery,
early morning sun, those first piercing rays that usher in the
glorious canopy of the day.
Cassia was more than intriguing. She was haunting.
Adalynn had no idea why she couldn’t make herself stick to
her plan of keeping things platonic. She’d crossed the line the
night before and if it hadn’t been for that insurance phone call,
she would have gone further.
