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The two children clung to Natalie, ying with her for a while before she started helping them pick out a kindergarten.
Baron came out of the gym, took a brisk shower, and then joined his wife and kids for a bit of ytime.
Neither of them spoke about the storm quietly brewing beneath the surface.
Part of it was to keep the children from worrying; part of it was because they both believed they could handle it.
After lunch together, the children were taken off for their nap.
Baron still had work to attend to, so he headed to the Ocean City branch of Grant International Holdings.
Natalie, meanwhile, called Chris.
“Chris, take the Stone family men ande with me to Cloud Cafe.”
She had never intended to face Jensen alone.
Five years ago, she had been foolish.
Back then, Jensen had been her salvation; her only light.
She never imagined that in the end, she would nearly die at his hands.
All the love she had poured out meant nothing to him.
This time, she was determined to guarantee her own safety.
After all, she wasn’t alone anymore.
Chris obeyed Natalie’s order without question.
Yvonne was left behind to watch over the kids.
When Natalie arrived at Cloud Cafe, Jensen was already there.
He had been picturing what the woman he loved most might look like now.
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That fire had been <b>so </b>severe; surely her skin had been burned.
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In such a short time, it would be nearly impossible to undergo skin grafts. Finding matching skin would be even harder<b>–</b>even with the Witch Doctor, it seemed unlikely.
But it didn’t matter. No matter how Natalie had changed, he would never let her go.
Jensen’s gaze stayed locked on the door of Cloud Cafe, his anticipation growing unbearable; anyone who looked remotely unusual caught his
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The old Natalie would never have stood him up.
She would have arrived half an hour early, saved him a seat, even ordered his favorite cappino.
So this was what waiting felt like.
For the first time, Jensen experienced the same anxious anticipation Natalie had once endured.
Then the wind chime above the café door jingled.
At the sound, Jensen’s head snapped up–only to be utterly stunned by what he saw.
Two rows of men in ck strode swiftly into the cafe.
Chris cleared the ce in a matter of seconds.
The spectacle made Jensen frown slightly.
The fact that he hadn’t been cleared out along with everyone else meant only one thing, Natalie had to be behind this. <i>But </i><i>how</i>? <i>Where </i><i>had </i><i>she </i><i>found </i><i>the </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>power </i><i>to </i><i>clea </i><i>cafe</i><i>? </i>
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As he wrestled with the thought, Chris bowed respectfully toward the entrance. “Miss, you maye in.”
The wind that rushed in as the ss door swung open rattled the chimes; Jensen’s grip on his cup tightened to the point of strain.
The figure that stepped in on high–heeledbat boots shattered every image he had prepared himself for.
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Not a fragile silhouette wrapped in scarves; not a shrunken figure hiding in shame.
She was a bloodstained de wrapped in a battle cloak.
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A ck double–breasted coat whipped in the draft, its military–grade leather belt cinched tight to carve a sharp, aggressive waistline. A silver fox–fur cor framed her cold, perfect jawline; her ink–dark hair was slicked back, twisted into a razor–sharp knot at the back of her head, exposing her smooth brow and two fierce brows shing toward her temples.
With every strike of her boots against the marble floor, the sharp metal heels rang out, freezing the café’s air in an instant.
Jensen’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrobly.
The countless burn scars, contracted skin, and graft marks described in those medical reports dissolved like smoke.
In their ce was a porcin–white throat peeking between the high cor of her coat and…
A silver mask covering the right side of her face.
Steel–forged serpentine patterns coiled across the mask; two ck diamonds embedded in the snake’s eyes devoured the light overhead.
The half of her face left uncovered was breathtaking–red lips curved like a poisoned de.
When that silver mask turned toward him, thorny patterns etched along its edge stretched to her cheekbone, and beneath them faint crimson scars pulsed faintly with her cold smile.
“Mr. Jensen.”
The metallic timbre of her voice sliced through the frozen air.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Spiderweb cracks spread across the cup Jensen was holding.
Coffee seeped through his knuckles, trailing down his hand, but he didn’t even notice.
The girl who once ironed every wrinkle from his shirts now idly brushed gloved fingertips across the table.
As her sleeve slipped back, an obsidian ouroboros tattoo revealed itself, coiled around her wrist bone.
The delicate chain dangling from the side of her mask swayed suddenly, glinting sharp light into his constricted pupils.
Hanging at the end of it was a warped tinum ring-
The very wedding band he had once slipped onto Natalie’s finger with his own hands.
Jensen shot to his feet, instinct driving him toward the mask on her face.