He'd never been a heavy sleeper. Jeb Cain was not allowed to sleep in, he was not allowed to sleep like the dead, he was not allowed to be off alert at any moment of the day. Jeb Cain lost old habits hard
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The image of the woman's face felt like it was burned into the back of her eyes, only to be able to be replaced by the icy smirk on his face as he undid the heavy metal belt buckle. Tears did nothing to wash her and him away, their faces from her mind. The coldness of the tile bathroom floor beneath her did not even register in her mind, too focused on pulling herself into a tighter ball, against the hard side of the tub
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An eternity passed before Jeb rapped on the door a second time. She wouldn't open it. Deep inside, a soft voice told him that she wouldn't by herself. This was terrible. He needed to get this door down. Now
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The click of the lock turning echoed in the quiet room, as Az's tears had faded into silent sobs. Habit had kept her crying almost soundless, not wanting to draw attention to herself when she was doing something she detested so entirely. At the same time she was torn by both wanting to look up and see Jeb coming to save her from her memories, and did not want to face the fact that he might not be able to. That it was unfair of her to let him try
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