Bryson emerged from the bedroom, striding over.

“You’re not saving her?”

“Everyone’s got their own path.

She chose Amelie’s side and so she must deal with the fallout.

“Fair enough.

Bryson c@@ked an eyebrow, doubtful.

“Are you seriously going to let her die?”

Lounging on the sofa, feeling drowsy, Hannah eyed Bryson.

“I guess I’m the picture of virtue in your book, huh?”

“You’re no saint.

leaned in, tapping

not cut out for the bad

words jolted

a way with words,

leaned closer, lips almost touching, a

Moore, Master Remington wants

the door, his eyes betraying a

Bryson’s face, steering him back to face her; she then brushed a

care of business

Hannah rose, Bryson smoothly made his way

Beep beep!

a click, and Hannah swung it open to

Hannah stepped through the doorway, they greeted

Moore, please come downstairs

“Understood.

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