ttan cigar lounge was thick with the sme

he owner, let out a loud whistle and slid a crystal

nto a leather armchair. He reached up and yanked h

tool, waving his hands as he recounte

allow. The alcohol burned a hot path down his throat, d

iously, man. Is the Glover girl insane? And ar

e dim amber lighting cast deep shadows a

ag. "But you said yes. That's not lik

blowing a thick stream of gray smoke toward the ceiling. "The trust fund deadline is in

y. "So it's just a pure bus

Blair had looked standing at the bottom of the altar. Her chin

nto a crystal tray.

god. You're actually interested i

so cold it could freeze

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Blair. They locked me in the house.

humb hovered over the keyboard for two full seconds

. "What's wrong? The little wife g

face down. "I'm going

"Good luck with that. Those Glover broth

y. He grabbed his jacket off the chair.

way to his private locker. He spun the dial on the

folder. The name Blair Glo

her Patreon account. The page was filled with bright, chaotic digital illustrations. He

into a sharp,

e back out and dia

ica art book," Judge ordered, his voice low and

a fraction of a second be

ed at the glossy print

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