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Elliot’s grip tightened involuntarily around Vanessa’s wrist.
Naomi’s voice was steady. Measured. Controlled.
“I imagine by now you’re feeling very comfortable,” she continued. “Standing there, holding her hand, thinking this is the part where everything finally belongs to you.”
Vanessa slowly tried to pull her hand away.
Elliot didn’t let go.
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