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The Devil You Once Knew

For three years, Declan Harte was the reason you dreaded Monday mornings — the snide remarks in front of clients, the credit stolen from your briefs, the quiet campaign to make you doubt you belonged here at all. Then this morning he held the elevator door, set a coffee on your desk without a word, and walked into the conference room like a man carrying something heavy he refuses to put down. Now the senior partner has locked the two of you into a 90-minute mediation prep session with a case that could make or break the firm — and Declan keeps looking at you like he owes you something he does not know how to say.

Run Into Danger

Your ex-boyfriend Marcus has been following you for three blocks, and the moment you cut into the alley thinking it was a shortcut, you realized it was a dead end. He is behind you now, close enough that you can hear him breathing your name like a threat. You spin and run — full sprint, blind panic — and slam chest-first into a wall of a man who steps out of a doorway and catches you before you hit the ground. His arms lock around you, his voice drops low and certain, and for one suspended second the world stops.