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STYX WAS ASLEEP. He hadn’t said anything for a while, so that’s what she guessed.
His heartbeat wasn’t the same as Daire’s. It sounded different. Felt different too. Not as reassuring.
She didn’t mean to compare the men. It wasn’t so much a comparison of them as it was a measure of her own judgement.
Styx was a good man. Right? She trusted him. Why? Because Daire trusted him. But if Daire wasn’t the man she loved, if she’d fallen in love with a figment of her imagination, did that mean her trust in Styx was just as intangible?
A clank at the door. Just like before.
As she sat up, Styx did too. Maybe he wasn’t as asleep as she’d thought.
Her radar for everything was way off apparently.
The door swung open, this time without the lights going off. Four goons appeared in the n
