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        Luciannarrowedhiseyes."Whatdoyoumean,''notexactly''?"

        Brianhesitated."Therewerelargedragmarksonthefloor,likelyleftbythebearcostumeafteritwastakenoffandtossedaside.Theclawmarksonthecouch...theyweremadebyJulian.Basedontheangleandplacement...hewasprobably..."Hetrailedoff,clearlyuncomfortable.

        Luciandidn''twaitforhimtofinish.Hepushedpastandsteppedintotheroomhimself.

        Evidencemarkersdottedthecouchlikequietaccusations.OneglancewasenoughtomakeitclearwhyBrianhadhesitanted.

        Inhismind,Lucianhadpicturedsomethingviolent—JulianforcinghimselfonReya,theirbodiespressedalongthelengthofthesofa,clawmarksnearthearmrestsorstretchingverticallyasshefoughtback.

        Butthemarkerstoldadifferentstory.

        Theyclusteredonbothsidesoftheseatcushion,leavinganuntouchedspaceinthemiddle—justwideenoughforasingleperson.

        Lucianexhaledsharply,shuttinghiseyes,wrestlinghisthoughtsbackundercontrol.

        Whateverhadhappenedhere,itwasn''tthescenariohe''dpreparedhimselffor.

        Andthatmadeitallthehardertoface.

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