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    Julia struggled to swipe the card at the door. Marie, limp as a ragdoll, hung heavily on her, and just <b>as </b>she reached out, Marie nearly slipped to the floor.


    Julia caught her with both arms in a panic.


    The hotel attendant, seeing their room was 808, used a master card to unlock the door for her.


    “Thanks,” Julia muttered.


    “Would you like help getting her inside?”


    “I’ve got it. Go on,” she said, waving him off.


    She hauled Marie in and let the door shut behind them. The city lights filtered through the windows, keeping the room from beingpletely dark. Without bothering to turn on the lights, Julia dumped Marie onto the bed.


    On the phone, someone snapped, “Julia, have you left yet?”


    “Yeah, yeah, I’m going now,” she replied, breathless. God, this was exhausting. Drunks were such a pain. She pulled the nket up over Marie and headed back out.


    As she passed the bathroom, she didn’t notice someone inside.


    The moment the door shut behind her, Derrick stumbled out, woozy, his skin burning like fire.


    His temperature was off. His body was reacting in a way that left no doubt–this wasn’t normal.


    He grabbed his phone and dialed Kale with what little rity he had left.


    “Yes, Mr. Derrick?”


    “Get a doctor to Spirit Pub. I think I’ve been drugged.“.


    A man who lived around nightlife knew his body. He knew exactly what this was. His eyes narrowed dangerously.


    But before help could arrive, what little restraint he had waspletely swept away.


    Derrick and Marie shared a dream that night–a long, strange, vivid dream.


    In it, Derrick realized it was Marie beneath him, and everything he’d repressed burst to the surface. All his buried frustration, all his resentment, it came pouring out.


    Marie, in that dream, fought back as she always did. But neither of them pulled away.


    In the dream, they were still enemies.


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    The next morning.


    Abraham came downstairs and immediately found his mother waiting at the dining table. The moment she <b>saw </b>him, her face clouded over.


    <b>“</b>What was Elena doing checking Stest night?”


    He didn’t answer. Just took the seat across from her.


    Evelyn nced up toward the stairs. It was already nine–thirty and Ste still wasn’t up. How rough hadst night been?


    Her expression darkened.


    “Honestly. You couldn’t control yourself? You know her condition.”


    Of course she knew what Elena had checked. She wasn’t stupid. And now she was annoyed–she’d always thought Abraham was the steady,posed type. Apparently not.


    Abraham calmly lifted his ss of milk. “I know what I’m doing.”


    Do you? Evelyn thought. With this kind of thing, once you lose control, what’s left?


    Her temples throbbed.


    He gestured to the housekeeper. “Make another te.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    The housekeeper headed to the kitchen to bring out Ste’s meal, which she’d left warming, assuming Ste. would be down soon.


    Abraham took the tray directly from her hands and headed upstairs.


    “Seriously,” Evelyn muttered.


    The butler stepped forward. “Don’t worry. Mr. Abraham always knows what he’s doing.”


    Evelyn nearly exploded. If she heard the words knows what he’s doing one more time, her head might just


    burst.


    This wasn’t a matter of having it under control.


    Upstairs.


    Ste was still fast asleep. Abraham hadn’t pushed herst night–he knew she was exhausted–but ever


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    since getting pregnant, she’d been even more prone to heavy sleep.


    “Babe,e on. Eat something first,” he murmured gently.


    She groaned and rolled over. “Don’t want to.”


    She was so tired, her eyes wouldn’t even open.


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    Abraham pulled back the nket and lifted her into his arms with care. “Come on, be good. You’ve got two bodies to feed now.”


    He took her pregnancy seriously. He’d read that babies absorb nutrients from the mother’s blood, and that made him even more focused on her health.


    Ste grumbled into his chest, pressing her face against his skin. “You’re awful.”


    Abrahamughed softly. “Yeah, I’m the worst. So be a good girl, okay?”


    She still couldn’t open her eyes.


    She hadn’t eaten anything aftering back from the banquet. He was worried, and no matter how much she resisted, he had to get her to eat a little.


    Suddenly, her phone buzzed.


    He picked it up. “It’s your phone.”


    “You answer it.” she mumbled.


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