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The final wash of sunset stains the tall windows of Hawthorne House, casting the marble floors in deep amber and faded rose. Dust hangs suspended in the gilded light. The murmur of voices from the lower floors has finally stilled, leaving only the heavy residue of the will reading in the air. I am lying on the cool silk of Grayson's bed when I hear the deliberate, heavy tread on the staircase. The door opens without a sound, and he fills the frame, a silhouette against the dying day. His pale grey eyes are turbulent, fixed on me as if I am the key to a cipher he cannot break. His fingers work at his tie, loosening the knot with a sharp tug, then move to the buttons of his shirt, each motion precise and angry. The silence between us is electric, a live wire. I wait, breath held. "you," he…