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    With each passing day in his presence, the invisible threads binding her to him wove tighter, making him inseparable. Vincent met her gaze. “Me too,” he replied softly.


    He plugged in the hairdryer and began to coax the water from her hair. Warm air cascaded over her scalp in soothing waves. Katelyn surrendered to the sensation, her eyelids growing heavy as she savored this quiet intimacy.


    By the time Vincent had meticulously dried every strand of her hair, Katelyn had drifted into slumber’s embrace.


    Noticing her peaceful repose, he switched off the hairdryer and eased her carefully onto the pillow. After tucking the nket around her shoulders, he turned his attention to his own damp hair.


    Just as Vincentpleted his task, his phone pierced the silence with its insistent ring. He nced briefly at the glowing screen.


    On the bed, Katelyn’s brow furrowed at the intrusion, her consciousness beginning to surface from the depths of sleep. Vincent swiftly silenced the call before it could fully wake her.


    Once certain that Katelyn had settled back into sleep, he slipped quietly from the room.


    Vincent pulled the bedroom door closed with careful precision and strode purposefully to his study, where he returned Samuel’s call.


    “Mr. Adams, everything is prepared on our end. When shall wemence?” Samuel’s voice betrayed his urgency, suggesting he had been anxiously awaiting this call.


    Vincent nced at his watch, his expression growing colder as he gave a concise yet chilling response. “Now.”


    Samuel immediately responded, his voice firm with resolve, “Yes, sir!” Then the line went silent as Samuel ended the call.


    Vincent turned toward the window, gazing into the night. The sky stretched before him like spilled ink, oppressively dark—as though some ominous presence were gathering strength in its shadows.


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    Pocketing his phone, he moved to the bookcase and opened the adjacent drawer with practiced precision. He equipped himself methodically, each item a silent…


    The promise of what was toe lingered in the air as Vincent descended the staircase with purposeful strides.


    Stepping outside the vi, Vincent instantly addressed the bodyguards stationed by the entrance. His voice carried quiet authority as hemanded, “Guard this ce carefully. No one is allowed in.”


    “Yes, sir!” the bodyguards responded in unison, their acknowledgment punctuated by the gleam of rifles held at the ready—a testament to the formidable protection surrounding the estate.


    Vincent slid behind the wheel and drove away, his car gradually being swallowed by the waiting darkness.


    There were matters requiring his attention that could only be addressed once Katelyn had surrendered to sleep’s embrace. Despite all their time together, Vincent had yet to truly act on Katelyn’s behalf. Tonight, he would rectify that oversight—this task he undertook was for her alone.


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