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The dress was wrong. She knew it the moment she stepped out of the car and felt the night air press against the slit that ran too high up her thigh. But Elara Voss had learned something about armor a long time ago: the less you wear, the more dangerous they think you are.
The Kessler estate rose before her like a cathedral of old money and new sins. Every window blazed gold against the dark, and the bass from inside pulsed through the ground beneath her heels like a second heartbeat. She didn't want to be here. But debts don't care what you want.
She was three steps past the threshold when she felt it — the unmistakable weight of someone watching. Not glancing. Not noticing. Watching. The kind of gaze that has teeth.
Elara didn't turn around. She'd been prey before, and prey that looks back gets caught faster. So she kept walking, her pulse loud in her ears, her fingers curling around the clutch that held the only thing that mattered tonight: a name.
His name.
She found the bar first. Ordered something dark and didn't drink it. Pressed her back against the marble counter so she could scan the room without...
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