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Every Last Breath - Juno Rushdan

Things between them were complicated. Tainted. Broken. And it wasn’t all her fault. Any path forward was murky as smog and littered with land mines. He still harbored deep -seated resentment for her betrayal. She was pissed at how he’d handled the fallout and left her behind. And there was her chosen profession to consider. A real shit sundae with a spy cherry on top.

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