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He drinks the last of his coffee down and leaves the roo the apple from the table next to the coffee pot on his way out

"I hope he doesn’t kill her," I tell Victor It does worry er-Happy, and even if his ex-wife’s life is on the line, I’nores us and sits down in the chair that Dorian just left

Victor steps up next to me in front of the screens; the cool, thin ainsthis hand at ers spread about my hip I alelcome and crave his touch, no ht now it lance over at Niklas again, to see if he’s watching, or bothered by it, but I think I’ the best of me

My eyes fall on the screen when Dorian enters the rooht over to the table where she now sits in her usual chair, and he places the apple in front of her

Nora wrinkles her nose at it, and then raises her eyes to Dorian

"An apple?" she says with disappoint to eat, isn’t it?"

She smirks

Dorian sits down at the other side of the table, resting his elbows on top of it, steepling his hands

Nora sher than the other

"So let’s do this," Dorian says, er, aren’t we?" she taunts him

"No, I think tired-of-your-shit isover the other, folding her hands together on her lap, looking tall and regal and stunning

"Your reputation is accurate," she says "Cocky, mouthy, impatient--you’re almost as bad as Niklas Fleischer" She leans forward "Tell erous and obvious because of the trail of bodies you tend to leave behind, not end up on everyone’s radar?"

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused, curious