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I WOKE UP IN A COOL, dark bedroom. Candles lit up the room and rock music played softly in the background. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there or what had happened.
Was I in Duncan’s bedroom?
I sat up and called out to him.
Someone sighed and I found Ethan watching me from the shadows. My breath hitched in my throat.
He smiled and his eyes dipped to my torn dress, which barely covered my b*a. “So, you’re finally awake.”
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed he was seated cross-legged, in a brown leather chair. He had on a pair of dark slacks and was n***d from the waist up. His shoulders were broad, his arms and pecs muscular and defined. I’d have been impressed if I hadn’t been so disturbed. “Where am I?”
“My humble abode,” he said with a half-smile.
“Is Duncan alive
