“Allison,” Daniel said quietly, folding his hands on the polished table. “Is he here?”
I didn’t need to turn around.
I could feel him.
Thomas Bennett never entered a room—he claimed it.
The door opened with a soft click, followed by the sharp echo of expensive shoes against marble flooring. I turned slowly, already knowing what I would see.
And …
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