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I couldn't sleep. For the first time, even hearing Aiden's heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin were unable to soothe my inner storm. Everything that lay untold between me and Aiden clamped my mouth shut, ending the whole Landon-problem explanation with the fact that it must have been someone else in that hotel room when I was raped. And I would happily let it all go if someone told me why the man with the scar and Landon were so much alike. Not to mention that I could almost sense that Landon knew me, or rather, knew things about me. How? I didn't have a clue. It was in the way he looked at me, as if he were trying to tell me that he knew my secrets and that my single false move would cause him to reveal everything I wanted to keep hidden.

The annoying voice in my head kept telling me that I should have predicted this. The weight of my lies grew, slowly crushing every inch of me. If there were no secrets between us, I could have gotten to the truth about Landon. I could have