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arly autumn wind of New York rushed into the back seat of the black
wed Eleanor Vance, her business partner. The vibration buzzed again
thumb across the
was tight with anxiety. "Braden is at the clu
. She did not feel a single ounce of the anger a fi
ared. The years of navigating the treacherous waters of her famil
the driver. Her voice was flat and h
ror. He saw the dead, freezing look in her eyes an
For a split second, the image of her father's blood pooling on the
her palms that the skin nearly broke. She used the sharp physical p
oors of The Pinnacle Club. A doorman in a crisp
e pavement. She smoothed down the front of her trench coat
massive guard lifted his arm to block her
ket and pulled out a solid black card stamped with the Cof
olor drained from his cheeks, and he quickly dr
fening bass of electronic music and the thick smel
floor. Her eyes were sharp, scannin
ty hand out to grab her waist. Ardella twisted her body just in
he second floor. Suddenly, the air around her seemed to dro
eyes cut through the di
as a tall man in a custom black suit. He was
eating. An invisible hand reached into her chest an
She recognized the suffocating dominance th
voice from two years ago echoed in her ears. Just playi
ealizing it. The heel of her shoe
ver the music, but the man on the balcony sto
d. The flashing lights vanished. There was
es. It was there for a fraction of a second before it wa
He turned his head away, breaking the contact, and wen
mach twisted into a painful knot. The familiar somatic response
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