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Sophie sighed as Ephraim carried her into his maladh, walking her over to a low plush couch. He sat her down and then stepped back, c*****g his head.
“I think we should talk first,” he said. “And I think that will require some bourbon.”
He held up a finger, vanishing into some back room. Sophie fidgeted, uncomfortable. He wanted answers, that much was clear… and she wanted to give them to him.
The ones that wouldn’t put him in danger, at least.
The attraction between them was too strong to deny. Again, she had the bitter thought that if they’d only met before Lily’s disappearance, their entire relationship would be so different.
And it was a relationship, no matter what she wanted to tell herself. One glance at Ephraim made her blush; when their eyes met, she felt the desperate nee
