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gory Aged dygy, colapsing in my limmer’s embrace
Auga udhet my and atting Bag for pallor of any drin
Pate para chwind and anant peak of Corry Bear God, what have they done in you? All these years. I’ve finally found
we dal na any fea, and I wearlief op Heinetively i wipe it away. But my hand weared in the darkness, mahle to find his face
damynwy awer Kit, Sie desali caring “Vietbrix, your eyes what happened to your eyes
batur & candit agent, fagene’s oes dired through the air like a frozen Blade Victoria Come Here Now
spoke onlumes. Dempsey’s hand sented on my hack, steady as a mountain.
* safe drow, to one can hurt you again. No one
Isolded, extion coing my possibile response as years of tension hegan melting away.
bi sagged ganer his folder, eyes drifting closed in exhaustion, I could practically feel Eugene’s fury radiating across the space
jande from my fiancée Eugene’s voice carded deadly promise.
Extermuting darsed in Dempsey’s eyes as pieces of a sinister puzzle clicked into place. The temperature in the cathedral seemed
CLAYS RAKTANized Brandon them, her voice honey sweet with practiced innocence.
Blank sederand this is Victoria, Mr. Thorne’s fiancée. She’s had a tragic accident, lost her sight, suffered a breakdown.”
Hervice wasted perfectly. The as take her somewhere safe before she hurts herself… or you
Dewguy’swick car through her performance like a steel blade. “Get. Our
Color tooded Claire’s porcelain features as tears filled her eyes- an Oscar worthy performance. Eugene gathered her into his arms, then fornad kot gaze on my brother
I don’t care who you are,” he marled, mask finally shipping. “No one leaves this cathedral today.”
Tuck whed wouhy guards materialized around a hike. Dempsey’s lips curved into a dangerous smile.
“Wow fascinating,” he purred, every syllable dripping aristocratic disdain. “It’s been years since anyone has been quite this… **bliboom in dooing their method of suicide”
- wheus tharp and clean as a Made – split the air.
Three shadow detached themselves from the cathedral’s ancient corners, emerald snake tattoos writhing across their faces like wing dange
They moved with the fluid grace of apex predators. In seconds, Eugene’s security detail lay scattered across the marble floor like
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autumn leaves.
A collective gasp rippled through the assembled socialites. “Those are the Montgomery Elite Guards!”
So the rumors were true- Dempsey Montgomery himself is here!”
The crowd began to dissolve, society’s elite melting away like tide before storm. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire.
Claire’s perfect mask cracked as realization dawned. The man protecting me wasn’t just anyone he was the heir to Boston’s most powerful dynasty.
“Mr. Montgomery,” she tried sweetly.
“Surely there’s been a misunderstanding. All this drama over a blind woman? She was just caught with another man in the changing room surely you wouldn’t want the Montgomery associated with such…”
The sounds of palm meeting flesh echoed through the vaulted ceiling, each strike punctuated by Claire’s increasingly hysterical
screams.
“Anyone who hurts Victoria,” Dempsey’s voice carried all the warmth of a midwinter midnight.
“Faces one consequence: Death.”
Eugene yanked Claire behind him, fury warring with calculation in those steel–blue eyes as he reassessed the battlefield.
“This is Eastbrook territory, Montgomery. You should mind your steps on our hunting grounds.”
“Besides,” he continued smoothly.
“Thorne Industries has maintained a respectful distance from Montgomery interests. Yet here you are, assaulting my people and attempting to steal my fiancée. I believe you owe me an explanation.”
Dempsey’s eyebrow arched elegantly as darkness gathered in his eyes.
“How interesting. I wasn’t aware my baby sister was engaged to you.”
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