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Chapter 8

Word Count: 631    |    Released on: 17/09/2026

ator doors, Spencer trotting faithful

her boot

sea of whispering guests, locking directly onto th

ition, veiled in deep shad

t, his shoulders broad, his silhouette comman

ved from ivory-marred only by an unnatural, bloodless pallor t

ed a cold, predatory brilliance-the gaze of an apex predator who knew h

kened antique bronze coins clicked rhyt

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pupils co

e-not of fear, but of pro

across a crowded lobb

ock. The poison was coursing through his deep marrow, chewing t

solute razors of death, holding his own soul

r chimed, its brass

er you," Price s

steps backward, and pressed t

tion is canceled,

. Larson! Why?! Is it the retainer? We can doub

with eyes that offered

icy, unyielding register. "Your employer's condition is not a common ailment. It is an ancient, lethal biological parasite woven into his eight extra

finger toward

ta before my second needle hits his skin. I do not gamble wit

, his heart hammering against his ribs

boy a faint, softened glance. "Drink lots

n her heel and strode out through the revolving

smoked glass, Commodore slowly l

from his throat-a sound that was da

ouble-tinted glass?" Commodore murmured, his fingers tightening aroun

ol blanket over his shoulders. Commodore threw

ring the Maybach around. We aren't waiting until tomorrow noon. I want to know everything about Alis

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