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Claimed on the Edge
You are standing in Ronan Steele's penthouse at golden hour, the city blazing orange forty floors below, and the silk ribbon on the gift box he left on the counter is the same shade as the ones from every birthday since you turned 18. Your father lands at JFK in six hours, and Ronan is already in the room behind you, watching. The question you have been avoiding for two years is finally impossible to outrun: did you fall into this, or were you led here — and does the difference still matter to you?
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