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Chloe
He propels himself to his feet then and strides over to the window, where he stands with his back to me, his powerful shoulders tight with tension, his big body as still and hard as if it were one of the mountains outside.
I stare at him for a few beats, absorbing what he’s told me, and then I force my frozen limbs to move. “Alina…”
“She regained consciousness in the last few moments of our fight,” he says, staring straight ahead as I come to stand next to him. His jaw looks as if it’s been turned into granite, his sensuous lips flattened into a harsh line. “I didn’t realize it, didn’t hear her scream for me to stop—not until after it was done.”
“So she…?”
“Saw me kill him, yes. She watched me slice him open.”
I drag in a strained breath, reliving those awful moments when I
