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Pulling her as close to hi her, he said the three words thatand stretched her hands and wrists She was te she’d just written It felt likeapart often genuinely degenerated into rief, a truth she knew all too well After leaving Søren she’d turned into a ghost for alusted with her own sorrow, the days spent half-sick on dirty sheets, that she picked up a pen and started jotting down sentences--sentences that turned into paragraphs that turned into pages and pages of demons she exorcised out of her own soul Still she hadn’t been able to get her life back together It wasn’t until her et out For once Nora listened to her mother She’d done both She’d hu of the Underground and Søren’s oldest friend She’d do anything, she told hirieve in peace

"Anything, chérie?" he’d asked her "Anything at all?"

"Just a job, King I’ll cocktail waitress at the club, I’ll hed and stared her down Her years with Søren had taught her to never meet a Dominant’s eyes unless ordered But that day she had She looked at him and knew that in her eyes shone all the hurt and desperation that a year of hell had ha her chin in his hands He’d sest trouble of her life "Not a waitress, not afor you I have a much better idea… "

"Nor?"

Nora turned her head and saw Wesley standing in the doorway to her office

"Hey, kiddo Sorry, I was in another world What’s up?"

"Nothing How’s the book couess"

"Did Zach like the new chapters you sent him?"

"I don’t know I haven’t talked to him in a couple of days"

Wesley came into her office and sat down in her arence behind those brown eyes She should have hired a stupid intern

"Saturday night…so happened between you two, didn’t it?"

"We didn’t fk, if that’s what you’re worried about"

"I’m worried about you"

"You worry toofine"

He stood up and looked at her Sheas she could still sht it every time