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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