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“What?” He questioned

“In two hours, ill be acting as Blair and Damon, criminals and lovers … does art imitate life, or does life imitate art?”

The corner of his lip turned up, and he put his cigarette out on the drawers Rolling on top of me, he pinned both of my hands down at the sides of my head His face hovered so closely to mine that every breath he breathed, I took in

“Don’t you know, Amelia,” his eyes dropped to my lips, “everybody is a sinner”

Not even giving ue in ainst ly, and the unspeakable—I was in

I wouldn’t look back

I wouldn’t feel guilt

I would trust him completely

The old Amelia died with Esther … and I could live with that

Chapter Two

Noah

I wasn’t sure what she expected to see e stepped out of our bedroos easily because she so badly wanted to forget But thisout into the very room her mother had died in, I wasn’t sure how she would react to the fact that it looked like it had never even happened The broken vase, table, the laone and replaced with replicas Even reen bow tie, standing in the very spot Esther’s body had been only hours ago and talking casually on the phone He leaned against the couch as if even he didn’t realize where he was standing

“Amelia, Oliver wanted lanced up at us and nodded over to the table where a light breakfast and coffee aiting

She nodded, but didn’t move

“What’s wrong?” I asked her