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Chapter 606
Chapter 606:
Easton didn’t look at her. His gray eyes never left June’s face. He knew Vera’s capacity for chaos, her dramatics, her impulsiveness. But he knew June better. He knew the dead quality of her eyes right now — the absolute, terrifying focus that had nothing to do with Vera’s entertainment and everything to do with some private war she was waging alone.
He stepped toward her. His hand shot out, closing around her wrist with iron force.
“You’re leaving. Now p>
June tried to pull away. His grip tightened, fingers pressing into the delicate bones hard enough to bruise.
She winced. The first crack in her composure.
Archer’s voice cut through the tension, smooth and professional and utterly calm.
“Sir. This woman is my client. Until our contracted time expires, you have no legal right to remove her from these premises p>
𝗗о𝗐𝗇𝘭𝘰а𝗱 р𝘋F𝗌 𝘧𝗋е𝗲 𝗈ո ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮
Easton’s head snapped toward him.
The rage that had been simmering, contained, directed inward — it found a new target. He released June’s wrist and pivoted, his fist drawing back in a violent arc aimed directly at Archer’s face.
June moved.
She stepped between them with shocking speed, her body a thin barrier, her face turned up toward Easton’s fist. His knuckles stopped less than an inch from her cheek. His entire arm trembled with the force of his arrested momentum, the veins in his hand standing out in sharp relief, his skin white with strain.
He stared down at her.
She had placed herself in front of the escort. She had protected him. With her own body.
When June spoke, her voice was absolute zero — no warmth, no recognition, no trace of the woman who had leaned into his touch in the rain, who had accepted his soup, who had trusted him with her vengeance.
“June p>
“Get. Out p>
She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. The words fell like stones into a well — deep and final.
Easton lowered his fist slowly. His hand was shaking. He looked at her for a long moment, searching for something — anything — in her eyes.
There was nothing.
A harsh, broken laugh escaped him. He reached up and straightened his ruined tie with mechanical precision, smoothing his disheveled shirt.
“Fine, June.” His voice was hollow. “You clearly don’t need anyone p>
He turned. His footsteps were heavy on the carpet as he walked toward the shattered door. Vera scrambled after him, casting one last terrified glance back at June before disappearing into the hallway.
Then they were gone.
June stood motionless for three full seconds.
Then she turned back to Archer. Her expression hadn’t changed. The interruption was already dismissed, filed away as irrelevant noise. She reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a second phone — a burner, encrypted — typed a single message with an address and a time, and held it out to him.
Archer took it with a nod, memorizing the details before the screen went dark.
From the shadows of the hallway outside, Easton paused, concealed by the splintered door frame. He hadn’t left.
His lawyer’s intuition was screaming that he had just witnessed a transaction, not an assignation. The clinical nature of June’s dismissal, the man’s professional demeanor, the sheer cold-bloodedness of it all — it wasn’t about passion. It was a deployment.