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green waveform crawling slowly across the screen. The s
ot of the bed, reading the
this man, Cale Sterling, to be
s - fabric so thin it was almost see-through, the sho
ng. Sovereign Bay's former golden
ate, lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze crawled slowly over Phoenix
d
od acting. Her fingers gave the hem o
She traded the title "Mrs. Sterling" for he
rin
nly its edge with her fingertips. The lid f
lay limp on the sheet - but the palm was broad, the knuckle
ll the way down, she had the faint sense that his finger sti
said, "you may k
ross his face. Beneath the sterile air
int metallic coldne
lickered through her mind: a dark hallway, emergency
They had fought. Her blade had cut his arm. His grip on her wrist had bee
she h
now - this scent, cedarwood and metal - it felt li
rely half a second. His skin w
ghtened u
e pushed it down. Impossible. A man in a year-lo
" Catherine said. "As of to
his briefcase. T
ready. Mind
es
n the floor for a second, then she lifted h
As Phoenix passed her, she didn't pause, but her fingers unconsciously
orway, sh
than a thought - like a breez
the bed, she paused for two seconds. Her shoulders tightened slightly,
th
ept w
otsteps were swallowed by the carpet, only the occasional c
ked two steps ahead
losed door. Her mind was doing its normal work: memorizing
ice - very small
hing
y. Not the touch - she had barely made contact for half a second. Not the f
ike a puzzle piece that didn't
e voice down.
ppeared arou
n at her son - two seconds. No touch. No goodbye. Not even a sig
oor c
ng, the green line crawling
onds of
finger - moved. Barely. Like an extra tremor after a pulse, like a
ything we

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