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        Behindthehazmatsuit,themanager''stempletwitched.Hisexpressiondarkenedashestaredatherforalongmomentbeforefinallyturningawaywithoutanotherword.Heleft,lockingthedoorsecurelybehindhim,again.

        Silencesettledovertheroomagainlikedust.Reyaleanedagainsttheheadboard,handpressedtoherforehead—stillburning.Butthechaoticenergyinsideherhadgraduallyquieted.Thoughnotfullytamed,itwasnolongerasrestlessaswhenshefirstwoke.

        Sheglanceddownattheclothstripsandchainsanchoringherlimbs.Theknotsweretight,butfabricwasn''tsteel.Oncesheregainedabitmorestrength,theserestraintswouldn''tholdher.

        Julian''sdeathstirredlittleinher.Ifnoonehadbargedin,shewould''vedrainedhimdry,andhe''dhavediedallthesame.Whattrulyintriguedherwaswhetherthemanagerhadbeentheonewhoopenedthatdoor.HadhefinishedJulianaftershepassedout,thendraggedherinthisbasement?

        Sheclosedhereyes,steadyingherbreath.Afewmorehours,andshe''dfullyabsorbtheremnantsofJulian''senergy.Then,shecouldbreakfree.

        Andasforthemanager—

        Amanwho''drepeatedlygropedheratwork,nowkeepingherlockeduphere—whatelsecouldhewantbutthat?

        Acoldsmirkcurledherlips.

        Ifhedaredlayahandonher...deathwouldn''tbefarbehind.

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