Chapter 28 The Proposal That Feels Like a Weapon

I reach for my bag from the floor beside the sofa. The movement shifts the cushion and her eyes open.

Just for a moment. Just enough.

"Are you leaving?" she murmurs. Her voice is thick with sleep, not quite here.

"Yes," I say, quietly. "Rest."

She lifts her hand. Slow, uncertain, the way you ...

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