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... creams dissolved behind him like background music he’d already grown bored of. The cold night air licked at his face, but he didn’t slow down, he walked through it like the temperature bent around him. Violence had sharpened his senses, not dulled them. Only the faint caramel scent of his drink lingered on his breath.
Ian, his assistant, stood waiting beside the custom black Maybach with a tablet and a stack of files pressed to his chest. His posture was straight, but his eyes—those alwa ...
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