Chapter 95: I slept like the dead, dreamless.

Lena's POV

The fire alarm blaring in the corridor was muffled into a dull, distant throb by the heavy solid-wood door.

No lights were on in the room. Only the neon glow of Boston filtering through the half-drawn sheer curtains fell in mottled shadows across the floor.

My back pressed flat against...

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