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Cold to the World

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Lysander Ashcroft sat at the head of a conference table in a glass tower in the heart of London, and everyone in the room was afraid of him.

And it wasn't because he was loud or angry or cruel. He wasn't any of those things. He was worse than that. He was absolutely, terrifyingly in control. His voice never rose above a measured, even tone. His face never betrayed a single emotion. His dark gray eyes swept across the room like a searchlight, missing nothing, forgiving nothing, demanding everyth
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