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“Millie?”
My voice barely made a sound.
The television across the room was blurry enough that I had to blink several times before the shapes settled into something recognizable. A man stood in front of the tattoo shop with one hand resting on the shoulder of a little girl beside him.
Havoc.
Millie.
My heart lurched so hard that I tried to sit up.
Pain exploded through my ribs and stomach before I made it more than a few inches. A strangled sound escaped me, and suddenly someone was beside the bed, one hand hovering near my shoulder without touching.
“Easy. Don’t move that fast.”
I froze.
I didn’t know him.
Dark hair. Broad shoulders. A face I had never seen before in my life. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept properly in days, but that didn’t make him any less of a s
