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The Deal With the Devil

作者: Oma
last update 公開日: 2026-05-23 19:28:02

KIER'S POV:

I sit across from Vladimir Drakon in his London townhouse, a place that smells like old money with plenty violence, and I try not to let him see how much my hands are shaking.

The room is decorated in shades of gold and burgundy, with heavy curtains that block out the afternoon sun and paintings on the walls that are probably worth more than my entire company. A fire crackles in the fireplace even though it is not cold outside, and the flames cast dancing shadows across Vladimir's f
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