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The pale morning light stretched the shadows long and thin across the empty street where you waited, one hand drifting unconsciously to her still-flat abdomen. The distant murmur of the city was a constant backdrop, but no cab came. Then, a low black sports car slid to a silent halt in front of her, its engine a soft, predatory rumble. The door opened, and Julian stepped out—tall, his suit sharp against the dawn, his expression unreadable. He closed the distance, each step measured, and took her hand. His grip was firm, yet his thumb brushed her knuckles with unsettling tenderness. 'What are you doing out here?' he asked, his voice a low, cold baritone, but his eyes held a flicker of panic she'd never seen before. She muttered something about a taxi. He shook his head, a slight, decisiv…