"You know he doesn’t need you, right?"

Blair’s voice cuts like polished glass, and her arms are folded as if she owns the entire damn hallway. "Not when he’s already dying for someone else."

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The first thing I notice when I enter the mansion is the silence. It isn’t calm—it’s sharp. It’s the kind of silence that comes when something’s gone terribly wrong.

I toss my coat over the armrest and turn the corner—and that’s when I see him.

Leo.

He’s slumped against the silk-backed couch in the sitting room. Sweat is clinging to his forehead, and his complexion is pale like he’s been hollowed out from the inside....