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... outside.

The music swelled, and Kelvin spun Cora around in an easy rhythm. The gala floor shimmered with lights, elegance filling the air. Everything was smooth—until it wasn’t.

A suited man, gliding through the dance floor, suddenly bumped into Kelvin’s shoulder with a bit too much force to be an accident.

"Oops," the man said, smiling like a casual stranger. "Didn’t see you there."

Kelvin’s jaw clenched. Bullshit. He recognized that voice before he even turned ...

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