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

jolted Hannah

a way with words, you

closer, lips almost touching, a sudden knock

Remington wants you

glanced toward the door, his eyes betraying a

face, steering him back to face her; she then brushed a soft ki*s at the edge of his

care

rose, Bryson smoothly made

Beep beep!

click, and Hannah swung it open to find Remington’s

Hannah stepped through the doorway,

Moore, please come downstairs with

“Understood.

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