Chapter 87

  I drew a shaking breath and nodded. "Then let's make her believe she's already won."

  Noah's hand slid over mine, strong and grounding. "That's my girl."

  Desmond gave a dry, pained laugh. "God help Vivienne when you two are in sync."

  The cry played again, and this time I didn't flinch.

  This...

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