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"Exclusivity," she whispered, her voice raspy and low, cutting through the ambient music. "Is the only place left where we can be alone together."
The corner of her mouth twitched. It wasn't her famous, practiced smirk. It was something sadder, softer. She turned slowly back to the camera, looking directly through the lens, it seemed, into Daniel’s darkened room.
But he saw her eyes flicker. A subtle shift. She hadn't moved her head, but her gaze slid sideways, catching the text.
He watched the text appear, a tiny bubble in the torrent of demands. He expected it to be washed away.