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Brash was saved from answering by the sound of another door opening. It took Harlow a minute to locate where the noise had come from. At the end of the bar, tucked down at the bottom of a couple of stairs that probably matched the sweep of those she and Brash had ascended from the entryway, she noticed the top corner of a door moving.
Brash stood up and started heading that way. Harlow took the opportunity to put the wine glass down without drinking. She’d love a drink to bolster her courage but wouldn’t trust anything handed to her in this place.
The man ascending the stairs was blocked from her view by Brash who stood at the midway point between her and the bar. Holding her breath, Harlow waited to see the man responsible for Ryske’s injuries, but wasn’t sure she could trust hersel
