Crossing Lines

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Chapter 137

Noah

Christmas morning hit like a bad dream wrapped in glitter.

The whole estate looked like a freaking postcard—fake snow sprayed over the hedges, wreaths on every door, candles glowing in every window. Inside, speakers blasted carols loud enough to drill through my skull, and the air reeked ...

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