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THE DEVIL'S PREY

CHAPTER SIXTY

She didn't know who DAX really was, only that he understood her in a way no one else did. He had never told her much about his life, but she could sense that he carried his own burdens.

Just like she did.

For the first time since they had started talking, she felt anxious.

She typed another message, hesitated, then deleted it.

She didn't want to seem desperate.

But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

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The dim glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in golden light, casting soft shadows along the walls. The air between them was thick—charged with something neither of them had fully acknowledged but had always been there.