gital transfer confirmed the rece

silver root into her messenger bag. She had no intention

in the glass: two tactical operatives in tailored

security detail f

ff," Ava

witch, plunging the VIP s

le turned. The door

d the threshold, stepping into the darknes

rom the shado

flat steel of her combat knife

ver your spinal cord," she whispere

reeze. He didn't

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rumbled with dark, smoky amuse

dge of the blade straight to his carotid artery, driving him

ic

lared to life as Leo slap

d before dismissing him as harmless. He looked down at Ava, towering nearly a foo

plucked the dark sunglasses from his

chiseled nose, and a faint, dangerous scar run

urmured, his gaze locked onto h

Ava said coldly. "The real F

eeper into his tanned skin, drawing

e hell