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{1} Chapter 1 No.1 The first thing Vesper noticed was the silence. The second thing she noticed was the pain. It started at the base of her skull, a dull, rhythmic throb that synchronized with her heartbeat. She tried to open her eyes, but the light filtering through the gap in the blackout curtains felt like a physical assault. She gr**ned, shifting her weight, and realized two terrified truths simultaneously. One, the sheets against her na**d skin were Egyptian cotton, far softer than anything in her guest bedroom at home. Two, she was not alone. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the fog of her hangover. Vesper held her breath. Her lungs burned with the effort to remain perfectly still. She moved her eyes, just her eyes, scanning the periphery. To her left, a man lay sl**ping. He was face down, his head buried in a pillow. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing a back that looked like it had been carved out of marble and tension. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. Muscles rippled slightly even in sl**p. There was a scar, jagged and white, running across his right shoulder blade. It wasn't Julian. Julian, her husband, had soft hands and a softer back. This man looked like he could break things. Memories of the previous night crashed into her mind like shattered glass. The charity gala. The ch**pagne that tasted slightly metallic. The sudden dizziness that had made the ballroom spin. A hand catching her elbow. A deep voice. A car ride. And then... heat. She squeezed her eyes shut. The shame was a physical weight in her gut, heavy and sour. She had cheated. After three years of a se**ess, loveless marriage, she had finally broken the one rule that kept a roof over her head. She had to get out. Vesper slid her leg out from under the duvet. Every movement felt amplified, the rustle of fabric sounding like a gu**hot in the quiet room. She put one foot on the floor. Then the other. Her legs were trembling, weak and jelly-like.
