You shouldn’t be here,” he says, eyes glinting beneath the gallery’s dim lights.
“You let me in.”
“I was curious how far you’d go.” He steps closer. “You’ve passed the statue, haven’t you?”
Your breath catches. The marble woman—its eyes had followed you. "What is this place?”
“A sanctuary.”
“For what?”
He leans in, his voice like silk wrapped around thorns. “For monsters who still pretend to love.”
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