The First Encounter - Seventeen
The door opened before I even knocked.
Abigail Dawson stood in the entryway like she’d been waiting the whole time—watching through the peephole, perhaps, or just sensing my presence the way certain people can.
She was taller than I expected, with an elegant posture that suggested control was something she practiced like a discipline. Her dark auburn hair…
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