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No Way Out of You

You ended things with Ezra Voss eight months ago — cleanly, finally, without cruelty — and you built a new life on the other side of that decision. Then last night, a cloth over your mouth and the smell of something chemical, and you woke up here: his penthouse, his rules, his obsession wearing the face of love. He is standing at the window in that black suit and white tie, looking at you like you are the only fixed point in his universe — and the door behind him has no handle on your side. The clock on the wall reads 11:04 AM. He said 72 hours. That means you have until tomorrow night to find a way out, a way through, or a way to survive him.