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The Plaza without a formal invitation. Tonight was about settling debts, so I chose an understated, sleek black gown w

m, I timed my pace with the changing guard. Just as the elevator doors were sliding s

and realize the car was filled with a wal

lling authority. He leaned lightly on a dark ebony cane capped with a silver wolf's head, bu

ious for his brutal dominance on the ice and a cold, untouchable detachment off it, a man

ns across the back of his hand projecting a raw, coiled strength. A stray, dangerously intrusive thought flashed through my

car. Gavin's half-lidded, ice-blue eyes slowly opened, his

contouring my narrow waist, down to the subtle slit revealing long, pale legs against the dark fabri

, arriving at the g

an injury, I took a smooth step back, nodding

approving glance, evidently surprise

rned his head slightly, his deep, faintly raspy voic

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est. I looked up into those arctic

m the quiet girl I used to be, even my own family would struggle to recogn

, mocking nod, turned, and strode out of the elevator

, practically choking on their breath at the sight of their fam

the corridor. Gavin Moss wasn't just a powerful spectator toni