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Sunlight glared through the picture windows that spanned the front of the house. They couldn’t see the ocean from here, but the comfortable chairs were a better place to have a conversation than standing on the roof.
At least, that’s what she told herself when she’d led Hamal here.
His studious appraisal was hard to ignore. Afraid he would see right through her, see the monster that lurked below the surface, she kept her attention away from him. She wasn’t sure she could bear it if Hamal looked at her as Daniel had.
Now that she recognized it for what it was, she couldn’t ignore it. That voice in her head had never been some less-patient side of her. It had always been this other—thing. It had never been something as benign as her subconscious.
That voice spoke to her now.
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