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PENELOPE GLANCED AROUND the anteroom, which was still teeming with beautiful people intent on making the best out of a gunman ruining their glamorous evening. If anything, Penelope thought they seemed almost happy about the media attention it brought forth. That was fame. Even bad press was still press. Some people even seemed excited, thrilled that they’d escaped the threat of death—as long as they weren’t targeted.
Anxious to escape the flashing lights and rising voices, she met Stefan’s eyes and said, “Let’s go before I end up on another live stream.” Surely leaving with the man who broke her heart couldn’t be any worse than what this night had thrown at her. Under the intensity of his gaze, she thought, what was a little more danger now that she’d survived a bullet?
Sliding his ha
