houlder down the sleek, modern stairca
down the middle, creating a clear path. Camera fl
ad one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his posture radia
d her chin high, soaking in the envious
dropped as she watched her husband parade his m
room and locked onto th
e gown. It was the "Black Swan's Song," a one-of-a-kind, not-for
shook Kristopher
to have it for the gala," she whined,
e reached out and ruffled her hair. He snapped his fing
dress," Kri
Glenn, I apologize, but that piece is strictly not for sale. It be
re isn't a single thing in Manhattan that th
and landed directly on the staircase. He saw Ale
instantly locked. His eyes tur
wd, stopping right in front of Aletha. His tall
, his tone leaving absolutely no room for a
ed straight into the eyes of the ma
r voice was flat, hard,
llery. No one in this city ever dared to
of his cologne mixed with pure danger.
eady brimming with fresh tears.
s to be difficult, I don't need the dress. I
utter, throwing disgusted looks at Al
ly in front of Aletha, using his broad shoul
oudly. "Bringing your mistress in here to rob someone
n the middle of the high-society crowd.
r feet and collapsed against Kristopher's chest, so
o absolute zero. He stared at Julian, his eye
ce dropping to a lethal whisper. "Don't risk your en
ical blow with a sledgehammer. Her fingernails
ong as I have breath in my lungs, I will nev
apart, the air between them crackl
were as calm and dead as a stagnant pool of wa
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