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        Heroseabruptly,inhalingsharplyasifdistancecouldsteadyhim.Butthatfaint,sweetnessintheairclungtothebackofhisthroat,acoilingserpentthatwouldnotletgo.

        Heknewheshouldn''ttouchherrightnow.Thepolicewerestillcallinghimfromtimetotime,andwithhiscautiousnature,hewasworriedthatmissingacalloractingsuspiciouslymightbringtroublehisway.

        Andyet—thewomanbeforehim,flushedandtrembling,seemedlessprisonerthantemptationincarnate.Shewassugartossedintofire,fragileenoughtodissolveattheslightesttouch.

        Insidehishazmatsuit,hisundershirtwasalreadyplasteredtohisbackwithsweat.

        Reya''seyescurvedslightlyasshespoke,hervoicefragilebutlacedwithateasingedge.

        "Manager...areyouthatafraidofme?"

        Hehadjustturnedtoleave,butatherwords,hisstepsfaltered.Helookedbackather,sayingnothing.

        "You''vegotmetieduplikethis...andyou''restillhidinginahazmatsuitandmask..."Reyagaveabreathylaugh,hertonedippinglower."Areyouheretohavefun,ortohostapandemicbriefing?"

        Themanagerstaredather,suspicionetcheddeepinhiseyes,buthisAdam''sapplebobbedvisibly.

        "Ican''tevenmove."shewenton,leaninglanguidlyagainstthewall,herdisheveledclothesrisingandfallingwitheachshallowbreath."Whatexactlyareyousoafraidof?"

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