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Chapter 8

Word Count: 631    |    Released on: Today at 14:59

ator doors, Spencer trotting faithful

her boot

sea of whispering guests, locking directly onto th

ition, veiled in deep shad

t, his shoulders broad, his silhouette comman

ved from ivory-marred only by an unnatural, bloodless pallor t

ed a cold, predatory brilliance-the gaze of an apex predator who knew h

kened antique bronze coins clicked rhyt

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pupils co

e-not of fear, but of pro

across a crowded lobb

ock. The poison was coursing through his deep marrow, chewing t

solute razors of death, holding his own soul

r chimed, its brass

er you," Price s

steps backward, and pressed t

tion is canceled,

. Larson! Why?! Is it the retainer? We can doub

with eyes that offered

icy, unyielding register. "Your employer's condition is not a common ailment. It is an ancient, lethal biological parasite woven into his eight extra

finger toward

ta before my second needle hits his skin. I do not gamble wit

, his heart hammering against his ribs

boy a faint, softened glance. "Drink lots

n her heel and strode out through the revolving

smoked glass, Commodore slowly l

from his throat-a sound that was da

ouble-tinted glass?" Commodore murmured, his fingers tightening aroun

ol blanket over his shoulders. Commodore threw

ring the Maybach around. We aren't waiting until tomorrow noon. I want to know everything about Alis

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