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Reality crashed back when I heard distant voices echoing down the corridor. I pushed gently against his chest, breathless as I benks away.

We’re in the hallway, I whispered, my voice unsteady. Anyone could walk by… family members.

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Finn’s cold smile appeared, a dangerous gleam flashing in his eyes. “Afraid to be seen with the Sterling monster?”

Before I could answer, he swept me into his arms in one fluid motion. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me. Despite his careful movements, I could feel the tension in his muscles as he avoided putting pressure on his wound.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, acutely aware of how easily someone could spot us.

Finn didn’t answer, simply striding purposefully toward my suite, his face a mask of determination. He didn’t seem to care who might see

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“Your wound,” I said softly as we moved down the corridor. “I can feel you’re in pain.”

“Concerned your investment might be damaged?” he mocked, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

I looked directly into his eyes. “No. I’m concerned about you.”

His stride faltered slightly, surprise flickering across his face before the mask returned. “Why did you help me avoid Harold? You don’t

know me.”

“Maybe I know you better than you think,” I answered quietly.

As he carried me, memories flashed through my mind–Finn struggling to adjust to blindness, Finn listening intently as I read to him, Finn’s rare smile when he thought no one was watching. The man holding me now felt both familiar and foreign–the same face, the same voice, but with walls built so high I wondered if anyone had ever truly scaled them.

When we reached my suite, Finn pushed the door open with his foot, stepping inside and closing it behind us with a decisive kick. The

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He leaned down, his fingers tracing my cheek with surprising gentleness. You’re too good at this.

This isn’t an act, I said, holding his gaze

His lips found mine again, more deliberately this time. The calculated precision of his kiss gave way to something hungrier, more primal ! felt myself responding despite my better judgment–my body remembering what my miad insisted he’d forgotten.

His hand slid up my waist, leaving a trail of heat through the thin fabric of my blouse. My fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, drawing a soft sound from my throat that surprised even me.

The world narrowed to just sensation–his scent surrounding me, the firm pressure of his body against mine, the expert way his lips and tongue moved with practiced authority. When his hand slid lower, skimming over my hip and between my thighs, reality crashed back like

cold water.

I gasped, summoning every ounce of willpower to press my palm firmly against his chest, creating space between us.

“We can’t,” I said softly, my breathing uneven. “The doctor was clear about the risks during early pregnancy. Physical intimacy could lead to complications… bleeding, even miscarriage.”

Finn’s expression hardened. “How convenient,” he said coldly. “Me injured, you pregnant. We might as well both die and be done with it.

“What?” I frowned, confused by the sudden turn.

His fingers pressed against my cheek, hard enough to make me wince. “What’s wrong? Not willing?”

“Not willing to die? No,” I answered firmly. “I want to live.”

“Hm.” His low laugh was chilling, his eyes regarding me like I was some fascinating, deceitful creature. “And yet you claim to like me?”

I looked at him thoughtfully. “Is living such a bad thing?”

Finn grabbed my legs, pulling me across the bed until I was nearly against him, my thighs forced to part on either side of his body. The sudden intimacy of our position sent heat rushing to my cheeks, but I maintained eye contact despite my blush.

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point at my neck.

“Death isn’t difficult.” he said softly, his voice almost hypnotic. ‘Much easier than living half–dead. Carbon monoxide hanging. drowning… His finger traced a line across my throat. ‘Or just one cut right here. It would be over before the pain really registers

His expression was so terrifyingly serious that I believed he might actually do it–to himself or to me. My breath caught in my throat.

“What do you think?” His eyes never left mine. “Consider it. I’d hate to go alone. Would you keep me company?

He held my gaze as his long fingers gradually tightened around my neck, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make his p deliberate threat wrapped in an intimate gesture.

Cold fear washed through me, but I managed to exhale slowly, my words coming out measured and clear despite his grip. “M this is heaven or hell, I intend to carve out my place in it.”

“Why?” His fingers remained at my throat, his thumb brushing over my racing pulse.

I thought about hope–the stubborn belief that had kept me going through my darkest days.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist, not pulling away his hand but holding it firmly.

“Because surviving these past years brought me to you,” I said with complete sincerity. “And just for that alone, I believe life is worth

living.”