ht air, Ava's mind drifte

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ive hidden beneath a mausoleum. But the metallic tang o

the massive trunk of a weeping o

his abdomen. The orange ember of a cigarette illuminated a sharp, aristocratic jawline marred

the cemetery gates. "He's gut-sh

ranite headstone, ready t

took a slow drag of his cigarette, stepped behind her to

he whispered, his deep barito

umb cocking the hammer. "Five

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from behind

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sion. Six heavily armed mercenaries collapsed into the mud

claimed th

evolver. Just then, her e

er was intercepted at JFK. H

eeding man beside her was a complete stranger

arrel of the revolver directly against th

out with a bloody hand, wrapping s

math," he murmured, his face inches from hers. "

rove her right knee upward

spinning her around, and slamming her back against the rough bark

e she could draw the combat blade from her boot, the cold ed

ich tobacco and copper. "Killing me costs extra

ck, mocking eyes. "Try it. Le

red SUVs slammed their brakes on the wet grass,

n ambush!" the lead operati

ulling a leather checkbook and a fountain pen from his bre

your p

ripped it in half, then into quarters,

e charity fr

t him, her fingers hooked into his left cuff. With a violent yank, she

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en back to the mist where the girl had v