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Moiety
Chapter Forty-Nine: Stay
"Stay."
The word is a quake of air along Miranda's lips, a rupture of pride as much as it is need, and she thinks maybe Jack knows it, because when the other woman stills, hand arrested on the doorway, one foot already through the threshold, she doesn't turn with a sneer or a mocking laugh. She simply glances over her tattooed shoulder.
But it is enough to dash the doubt from her. She swallows tightly, bunches her shoulders, lifts her chin.
"Stay," Miranda repeats, the quake still present.
Thing is, Jack never was good at lingering.
Not even for her.