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rting sea of rogues. The cold night air outside was a shock to my system, clearing some of the alcoholic
emark over his shoulder to the bar owner
assenger door, and I slid inside without a word. The interior smelled of rich leather and him-an intense, clean scent
He turned, his stormy grey eyes pinning me in pla
m," he stated. It
st test. "Rowan Hayes," I whispered, maki
or him." His voice was low, a velvet-wra
my cheek. "He took everything from me," I said, my voice thick with a care
mple, scorned-woman plot. It was a motive
aned back, the interrogation over for now, and started the c
was racing, planning my next move. I knew what tonight required. To gain his trust, to secure my pla
the entire city. This was his private territory, a modern fortres
mones pressing in on me from all sides. Lyra bristled, recognizing the scent of a powerful, un-mated male as a
d a glittering panorama of the city. The decor was minimalist, all black,
onto a leather sofa. He moved to a wet b
," he said, his voice dangerously soft as he leaned agai
rsonal space until I had to tilt my head back to look into his eyes. I gave him
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