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ur bedroom. The digita

open downstairs. Footsteps

the duvet up. I had to play

oor o

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ell hit me. *Rotting peaches and sex.* And und

second, I thought he would kiss

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he bathroom. The

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of bed. I went

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stupid," the voice

van was arrogant. He woul

date: *05-12-18

linked gree

nt straight to his com

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egree in finance, which Ivan always m

were the usual expenses, but one recurring payment stood out. A sh

n number. It was a dummy corp. But the ship

extract," I whispered, reading t

ersonal accounts. Hug

s tax returns. Inside weren't taxes. They were falsified

e. Bloodline Poten

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the poison. Ivan was laun

. I pulled a small, silver US

ancial trail, the shipping ma

crawled. *98%...

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tory, turned off the m

just as the bathroom door ha

of soap and mint. He cl

hecked it, a small chu

ep, I reached over

r. A photo of Kiera riding on Ivan's

to a female who can breed warr

screen. A mule. S

a burner email address I'd set up y

the pho

hering. The entire Silver

he perfe

elt hot, like liquid fire. Th