Amelia stood frozen behind her door, her breath shallow, her body unwilling to move. The voice on the other side had been low, smooth, but with an edge of command that felt eerily similar to Lucien’s. Whoever this was, they weren’t here to chat.Her fingers hovered over the deadbolt, hesitating.“Who are you?” she called through the door, her voice firmer than she felt.The pause that followed stretched long enough to unnerve her.“I’m here on Mr. Voss’s behalf,” the voice said finally. Calm, composed, like they had all the time in the world.“Open the door, Miss Rivers.”Her chest tightened.“He said tomorrow morning.”“And yet, here I am,” the voice countered, unfazed.“He’s asked that you come now. It’s not up for discussion.”Her pulse quickened as a thousand thoughts collided in her mind. Had Lucien changed his mind? Or was this something else entirely?“Give me a minute,” she said, trying to buy herself some time.The figure outside didn’t respond, but she could feel the weight
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