eep that night, an

ively around her, like holding her was the only way to keep

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like she was made of fire and stared at her

rushing pale gold across the windows. Then she carefully sl

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buzzed on

mber. One

it. Her blo

? Look under the name Hollister Capital. Y

t thudding so loudly she could b

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f the shell companies tied to the off

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eling that something had shifted. The warmth they'd found the night

d in black jeans and her paint-splatt

up. "Yo

. Someone sent me a message. They know what we're doing, J

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one. "Hollister Capit

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said quietly. "It's buried under layers. Nearly impos

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already moving.

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few days. I need time to think, to figu

m. "You want me

. "But I won't lie again, Amara. This-whatever it i

nodding. "Okay. But I'm not a shadow.

You're not a shadow. You'r

the skyline behind. Amara watched the city disappear in the rearvi

unspoken. Every glance, every touch

of a small lake town, Julian pulled

he explained. "No cameras. No

the fresh pine-scented air. "Feel

serious. "The stor