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I knew there was a reason to keep him alive I just don’t knohy he saved me

I look around the tarston

Aless than ten feet away from me in suit pants, a jacket, and an unbuttoned collar without a tie His hair is slicked back with a few gray strands He looks so similar to Waylon that I knoho he is at once

“Corbin Brown,” I say as I stand

Maxwell stands, too, cradling his bleeding wrist

“What do you want?” I demand

“I thought my letter made my demands clear”

My eyes scan the tarround

No!

Corbin laughs, drawing my attention back to him “Don’t worry,

your husband isn’t dead Just knocked out”

I don’t react I don’t want Corbin to think he can use Langston to control me in any way He already has a child he can use to do that He doesn’t need Langston

“If you think I care about hiet the treasure I was about tocloser”

Corbin’s dark eyes glance fro or not

“I don’t have the treasure yet,” I say