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The rain pounded the pavement, drowning out the city's relentless noise. Sloane's heart thundered in her chest as she darted through the dark, empty streets, her breath ragged with fear. She could still feel his hands on her, the bruises forming beneath her skin, the way his grip tightened as though he could break her with a thought.
She had to keep moving. She couldn't afford to stop. The city was her last refuge, the only place where she could disappear. But deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time before he found her. He always did.
Turning a corner too quickly, Sloane collided with a solid, unyielding figure. She stumbled back, her heart skipping a beat as she looked up into a pair of dark, penetrating eyes that seemed to strip her bare.
"Careful," a low, gravelly voice warned, his gaze holding hers captive. There was something dangerous in his eyes, something that told her to run— but she couldn't move.
"Who are you running from?" he asked, his voice dripping with an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.
Sloane swallowed hard, unable to tear her gaze away. She didn't answer, didn't need to. He already knew.
"Dante," she whispered, recognizing the name before the man, as if the very air had whispered it to her, carried on the wind like a dark omen.
Dante's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, as if he were savoring the taste of her fear. "It seems you've found yourself in the wrong part of town, Sloane."
In that moment, Sloane realized that she wasn't just fleeing from her past. She was running straight into the arms of something darker, something far more dangerous.
And there was no turning back.
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RomanceSloane Jensen thought she could outrun her past. But in the dead of night, with bruises still fresh and fear clawing at her heart, she flees to a city where no one knows her name, hoping to disappear into the shadows. But even in the anonymity of th...
