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The morning sun barely touched the penthouse windows when Dev left the bed, his body still carrying the warmth of the night. Kaaya stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. He let his gaze linger on her peaceful face for a moment before slipping out of the sheets.
By the time she opened her eyes, Dev was already dressed in his crisp black shirt and slacks, his gun holstered at his waist. He was standing near the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and sharp.
Kaaya sat up, stretching. Her mind was still heavy from the night before. The truth about her father felt like a knife wedged between her ribs, but she had no time to dwell on it. There were cases to handle, innocent people to fight for.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and dialed a number.
"Good morning
