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Six days.
Six days since Tristan had left her standing at the door of Lizzy’s town house as he drove away to his father’s estate.
How had she lasted that long without him?
Kat lay in bed, cell phone clasped tightly in her hand as she stared at the photo she’d received from the photographer. Jillian had e-mailed a set of photos that displayed the full story, as she’d called it. Tristan walking up to the glass coffin, kneeling, kissing her, and awakening her.
The last image, the awakening, held Kat in thrall and made her heart rip apart at the seams. The tips of their noses were brushing, and their lips were only a breath apart. Their eyes were locked on each other, and the expression on her face… Well, she knew what that look meant.
She wasn’t falling anymore.
She’d fallen.
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