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"What? Why do you act like we already know each other before?"
Fredrich studied Lina for a long moment, and then turned, walking toward the panoramic window of the jet. Outside, clouds rolled past, bathed in the golden light of a descending sun.
"Nothing," he said. "You're someone who's running. And someone who might need a place to land, so I will offer it to you . . . with no cost."
She didn't believe that for a second.
She sat down again, curling her legs underneath her, and glanced toward Fredrich.
"Do you always bring runaways home with you?"
He smiled faintly, not looking at her. "Only the ones interesting enough to sneak into my bed."
Lina sat back, her heart still fluttering, unsure whether it was from the adrenaline or from Fredrich's unnervingly calm aura. The tension had eased, but the questions were piling up.
