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Her blood ran cold. She recognized that pattern. It
was the same rhythm she heard in her lab parking lot,
just before she saw the glint of the lens.
Someone had followed her. Someone knew.
She grabbed Liam’s arm, pulling him away from
the window. "Get behind the desk. Now."
His eyes widened, the newfound simplicity
replaced by a flicker of fear. He didn't question her. He
scrambled behind the large oak desk, crouching low.
Evelyn’s gaze swept the room. No other exit. No
weapon. Just her and the fragile, newly awakened man
behind the desk.
The doorknob rattled. A soft click.
They weren't knocking anymore. They were trying
to get in.
Evelyn’s breath hitched. She’d saved Liam. But
now, she had put him in even greater danger.
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