Cross’ POVMira sat across from me, swirling her wine slowly, her eyes fixed on me with that familiar, predatory gleam. She always had a way of making herself comfortable in my space, like she belonged there.“You don’t have to keep pretending, you know,” she said, her voice smooth as silk, but with an edge sharp enough to cut.I didn’t answer.We were in the lounge of my penthouse, the lights dim, city noise distant beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I took a slow sip of whiskey, hoping it would drown out the conversation I knew was coming.“You can’t keep running from this, Cross,” she added, her lips curving into that same smug smile I’d seen a hundred times. “We were good together once. You know it. I know it.”I closed my eyes briefly, already losing patience. “That was a long time ago, Mira.”“And what? You think things change that easily?” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, watching me like she was waiting for me to snap. “I haven’t. I still want you.”I set
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