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rting sea of rogues. The cold night air outside was a shock to my system, clearing some of the alcoholic

emark over his shoulder to the bar owner

assenger door, and I slid inside without a word. The interior smelled of rich leather and him-an intense, clean scent

He turned, his stormy grey eyes pinning me in pla

m," he stated. It

st test. "Rowan Hayes," I whispered, maki

or him." His voice was low, a velvet-wra

my cheek. "He took everything from me," I said, my voice thick with a care

mple, scorned-woman plot. It was a motive

aned back, the interrogation over for now, and started the c

was racing, planning my next move. I knew what tonight required. To gain his trust, to secure my pla

the entire city. This was his private territory, a modern fortres

mones pressing in on me from all sides. Lyra bristled, recognizing the scent of a powerful, un-mated male as a

d a glittering panorama of the city. The decor was minimalist, all black,

onto a leather sofa. He moved to a wet b

," he said, his voice dangerously soft as he leaned agai

rsonal space until I had to tilt my head back to look into his eyes. I gave him

ant