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Darren’s POV

By the time I reached her penthouse, my nerves were shredded. My shirt stuck to me with sweat, my throat was dry, and my eyes kept darting over my shoulder like a hunted animal. Because that’s what I was.

The doorman looked startled when I barged in at nearly 3 a.m., muttering Krystal’s...

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