Chapter 38
Quinn wasn’t going to let her go. Not again. Not without saying something. He moved quickly, his footsteps echoing down the long corridor of the chateau. “Sasha—” She didn’t slow. If anything, she walked faster. “Sasha, stop.” She didn’t. So he reached forward, grabbing her wrist—not hard, just enough to halt her momentum. She froze. The air shifted. Her back was to him, the muscles in her arm tense beneath his hand. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t turn either. “Sasha…” Quinn’s voice was low, firm but not demanding. “Talk to me.” Slowly, she turned, eyes meeting his. Something flickered between them again—something unspoken, raw, magnetic. Neither of them said a word for a few seconds. They didn’t need to. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you
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