Bound By The Legacy Pact: My Protector

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hat probably cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Her smile was perfect. It was the

claiming her. He looked out at the sea of faces-senators, hedge fund managers, tech m

e was about to announce the union o

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ad seen too much rain and too much dirt. The hem was frayed. His boots

't stop. He didn't even slow down. He just turned his head slightly. His eyes were dead.

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avy, rhythmic thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. It

the color of old paper. The champagne flute in her hand start

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t worked, but no sound came out. Sh

sive fabrics back, terrified that his poverty might be contagiou

he paralysis. He shoved his way through

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't look at the guests. His eyes were

e base of the st

t through the room like a razor blade. "The contract

ispers went th

nd. He let go of Chelsea and stepped to the

lian sneered. "Or the mist

was a dismissive gesture,

were professionals. Big suits, earpieces, dead eyes

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the music had been. The bodyguard dropped to hi

unch. It was a haymaker, desig

nt was a blur, too fast for the eye to track properly. H

joint buckled. The man went down. Gideon ste

et. He loosened his tie. He had a black belt in Taekwondo that

d off th

son," Julian said. He raised

ched the leg come up. It wa

e lifted his boot and drove a fron

his feet. He flew backward,

the champagne

e. Champagne sprayed into the air like a geyser. Julian lan

sound was the dripping of champagne

ooked at Chelsea. She was shakin

lmly. "Can we talk ab