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f the art galler

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ed nails digging into my suit jacket as s

uealed, gesturing wildly. "It rep

paint on a canvas and had the audacity

ng a long sip of champagne to

ked my

s since Elena had com

ays of

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r stew. She needed to learn tha

ilence wa

nce in the house. A tension. A

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tugging at my sleeve.

d down

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ated on my nerve

was

as neve

steel wrap

ow, her eyes had burned with

as a sharp, cold grip around my heart

across

rk hair. The famili

" I sai

through the crowd, ignoring th

an's shoulder and

ooked up at

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my hand droppi

hammering aga

ell was wr

, hanging on me like a

g," I s

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ed in her eye

dden wave o

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phone and glance

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and unfamilia

d her too f

of course. I'd never actually kill th

d to fi

sigliere, who was shadowing

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manded. "Thousands of

n eyebrow. "For

owled. "Fo

nd necklace she looked at in Mil

ons for a week," I added, alr

e will thank me. W

g the look of reli

aiting for me.