Chapter 3

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I’ve been to Stryker I’m sure he would move heaven and earth to keep her safe, if he had to.

It’s like something out of a fairytale.

And, unfortunately, I’ve always had a soft spot for those.

And, unfortunately, I have a habit of saving pretty blondes.

My thoughts trigger the memory of the chivalrous stranger yet again. His voice replays on a loop, drowning out Grayson’s next statement as he gestures to the open doorway behind him.

Where a tall, broad man suddenly appears.

Wearing all black.

Holding a cup of tea identical to mine.

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