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Harry had taught her well. Any failings during the performance would be entirely her fault, but she wasn't worried.

Harry had taught her well.

She felt her hair drift about her head like a mermaids veil, her garments float on the current like a breeze, and the gaze of her lover as she fished for the key.

Harry had taught her well.

She'd concealed the key just as she'd concealed her knowledge of his affair. Not to be outdone, the student became the master of deception in the dangerous game. She hid her own liaisons with the same precision as she'd hidden the key.

The key would save her. She would find it any minute now, if only she could concentrate.

Harry's sinister smile was too distracting.