The New York Public Library on 42ndStreet and Fifth Avenue had been clearing out excess and damaged stock. Jeff asks me what my secret dream is. Belle let them stay, though the excuse was weak. He didn't need Richard's beast to call the wolves.
Asher grabbed my wrists and forced me away from him. He looked so harmless, pleasant. “What do you mean?” I stammered. It was only the fireplace with it's painting above it, then something about the painting caught my eye.
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