inside her. She stood for a long moment, letting the cold water soak through her clothes to her skin, trying to wash away t
be immediate, visceral. She wouldn't just ruin their reputation;
d watched the lone figure in the rain, a silhouette of defiance against the night. He
," he said, h
irl. "Sir, she seems... unstable." He could feel the da
r, something in the way she held herself, that resonated with a memory buried so deep it fe
e was hard, destructive. She turned and walked toward the skeletal remains of the
was looking for: a pile of cinder blocks. She pi
ut back in the direction she'd come. Back toward the manicure
es widened. Leo gasped
he didn't try to find the gate. She took a short, powerful ru
hand. She stopped before the large picture window of the living room, a g
was torn from her thro
e quiet, rainy night. It was followed by the hi
ulted it again, and returned to the constructi
crunch and tinkle of breaking glass became a symphony of her rage. Each shattered pane was a
iful, terrifying expression of pain. He felt no fear, only a profound sense o
the house. Shouts and s
t heaving, the fury finally spent,
la snapping open above his head. Leo tried to pro
ainting his face in strobes of red and blue. He reached Aria an
w a tall, handsome man with eyes that held no judgment, only
Atlas said, his voice
t felt impossibly soft-and draped it over her trembling shoulders. The warmth s
ce... she couldn't remember when. She could feel the power radiating from him, the quiet confiden
e hero? Be careful, they might think you're my accomplice." Her voice wa
s. He was clearly not expecting this response. He seemed, for a m
a frantic rhythm he co
erfect facade was shattered, for all their wealthy neighbors to see. They hadn't been robbed by pr
lled of him, a clean, expensive scent of sandalwood and
at him, a silent thank you
and turned to disappear into the

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