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Anya's bedroom window, Manhattan glittered in restless patterns: headlights crawling down Fift
nket bunched around her hips, long past
aur blanket, one hand tucked beneath her cheek. A little
ince
nce Di
old. It was controlled. And something about that contr
ed onto
then to the faint glint of the city l
illingly, she l
five
ght that start
d smelled like
Laced through gold-trimmed centerpieces, spilling
t was navy silk, cut lower than she was used to, with thin gold straps that refused to sit still. Her mask
ike skin. The men-every one of them tall, clean-jawed, da
er felt more al
t's parents had insisted, said it would b
rade hosted by V
as free. The ju
o disappear gracefully-maybe fake an emergency, spill som
arble, a man stood with a drink in his
make him mysterious, but not so much that she couldn't see the curve of
as watch
. Not assess
bered swal
d prickled,
rst. But the burn
nto her side again, burying h
he floor like the party existed solely to give him space to move
emember how easy it
eed
hen, it hadn't
elt like
Anya's fingers. She tried to take a sip but could
elvet mask was no long
as m
ard
he way heads tilted subtly to track him. Even masked, he had gravity. Women no
n front of her, it wa
time?"
of something foreign in the vowels. Not an accent-more
at him. "Is i
ring, not crude. Just cata
the way the others do," he sai
be I just like to
e offered his han
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s the
to. His eyes did something far
breath
ok his
to quiet as they ste
ff formality. He moved like water-slow, fluid, confident-and she fo
at this," s
are
pping on your shoes
m. I can affor
prised. And his eyes
n-cedarwood and spice and the faintest trace of s
from here,
N
ways talk
night. Why waste
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ni
you. Walked back to the wall, sipped
: "Then what woul
he small of her ba
quartet dissolved into applau
d watching her-n
ger. Not wit
she was the most unexpected thin
ill in his arms, still breathless. Her li
aid, "Com
she
s. No name.
ays, to a private suite lit by nothing but a fireplace and city light thro
ld've be
, she f
ow what she was made of-but want
r neck, fingertips brushing her jaw as
houlders like it had been
nd again. His mouth moved over hers with a heat that built and broke and rebuilt.
the bed, she didn't
her feel like this-like she was a match b
ions. No
t s
t n
eyes when he whisper
awn, she
nst her ribs, fingers trembling as she zipped
d her, one arm outstret
dn't w
coul
oked at her like that again-like she
she
g. Into a cab. Into
ever saw
il
ouse was dark ex
p floor would have looked like any other office-clean lines, cold
hiskey untouched beside him, a sleek black folder o
t moved
The trusts arranged. The boa
ness side of the estat
was
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t what he
s. No hunger. No desire to play games. She carried herself like someone
othere
what it meant to
kept pressing at a part of his
envelope from the bottom o
pt for Nikolai's handwriting on
pene
. Black-tie attendees. Masks and champagne. Th
erything. Especially events wher
with mild disinterest until one ph
ide angle. Blur
ar the staircase-stood a woman in a navy-blue sil
cur
en behind a si
shape of her mouth.
him lik
sta
o
could
it might rearrange itself and disprove his suspicion. B
dr
ha
ey
d those lips
he photos, the whiskey u
picture-five ye
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ght hadn't bee
timing
was f
sleeping in th
e than just
i didn
city beyond the glass walls, seemed to ti
was
w
on in her shoulders. Even blurr
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his memory like perfum
before dawn and too
me and the kind of night you don't talk about later. A night out of char
il
photo dow
ked it u
s trembled
n't tr
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was too neat. The
years
ni
h no name.
four, living
o
rls. H
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slowly, the air around him
poured the whiskey he
t in one
g time, jaw clenched, one hand g
her now. Wake her.
n you cornered in the dar
stay. Long enough for answer
ugh for.
nsibi
d his ribs like a
as his d
trol, legacy-was about to be torn open by a
at the photo
ars, Dimitri Volkov didn't k