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Dropping her purse to the vanity, she fell against the locked bathroom door. “Stupid,” she hissed at herself.
Art and Brodie had both told her that Tuck was a private person. She’d always assumed they were exaggerating because he was open with her. Now she saw that he was open about the Kindred, open about Brodie, all things that involved her. His life beyond the Kindred was a closed book, and she should have taken the advice of those who knew the hacker better than she did.
When she got to the bathroom mirror, the reflection staring back didn’t look like her. Her hair was a matted mess. Her makeup was smeared. She’d taken on the appearance of the persona she wanted outsiders to think she was. It was no longer an orchestrated façade, instead she was one hot m
