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She should look away. Step back. Close the door. Lock it.

Instead she stood there, a doe trapped in headlights. “Christo.” His name on her lips was barely more than a whisper. She paused and ran her tongue over them. The very air seemed to shimmer between them.

“Send me away.” His voice was harsh.

She frowned at the tone. “What?”

His jaw tightened. “You heard me, Nat. Tell me to go.”

She hesitated, then drew a breath, steadying herself. She knew what he was demanding. And she knew the wisdom of it. But she couldn’t do it.