His Lethal Prize

h August Grey's life hanging in the balance. With a bitter sigh, she swallowed the pill, feeling the weight of her

could see his face now-August Grey. Tall, tan, with piercing eyes that always seemed to know more than he let on. The kin

his is just another job, she reminded herself. Another target. She had killed m

knew she needed the rest. Tomorrow, everything would change. Tomor

eep, she whispered one final thought in

llowin

orcelain features. She dragged a hand casually through her auburn hair, taking a moment to admire her work before reaching for t

moky eyeliner, creating a heavy, seductive look around her icy eyes. Her lips, glossed with a deep red, curled into a practiced

ring slightly under the light. It was designed to draw attention-and it would. She

purse, neatly disassembled. A tool she could put together in mere seconds. S

erself, Phoenix nodded

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electric glow on the sidewalk, and the low hum of music and conversation spilled out onto the street. The air buzzed with anticipation as t

her lips as she noted the tight security stationed at every corner. The place was crawling w

te

following her as she sauntered toward the VIP entrance. Her walk was deliberate, slow-each step exuding confidence and purpo

weeping her up and down in a q

e air around them as she trailed a manicured finger across the collar of his shirt. She could feel the tensio

with dangerous charm. "You want a

ed her hand up to the back of his neck, gently tugging him toward her. The men and women w

" one man mutte

e get to ski

dy," a woman sneered

blonde with

stration bubbling over, but Phoenix paid t

gripping her wrist lightly as if to pull her away. "I need to

nst his ear as she whispered, her voice like sil

e whispered the VIP code into his ear-something only a select

cious to surprised. He straightened up, cleared his throat, and stepped

ng through the entrance with the confidence of someone who o

m the back, his arms thrown up in d

een waiting here for hours!" The murmurs and complaints grew louder as

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ated through her bones as she moved deeper into the space. Aces and Ales was a place for power-men and women in designer suits, sipping expensive drin

in the air. She hated it. Cigarettes, alcohol-all of it was just a distraction,

her steps measured, calm. She could feel eyes following her, but she was used to it. This bo

approached, his expression on

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