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Chapter 33: Velvet Turns Red

Author: Hxn
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Edward

The hotel Myles booked for us wasn’t my usual one in Berlin. I specifically made it clear to him that I wanted one of those discreet, ivy-covered properties tucked behind wrought-iron gates where nobody asked for last names and the staff seemed allergic to eye contact. The kind of place where secrets could lounge comfortably in the velvet chairs without being overheard.

The strange man, fifteen years older than me—Grayson, walked silently beside me through the lobby. He acted as though he’d been here a thousand times before. My guards carried our luggage up, but I barely noticed them.

The words he’d left me with in the jet still scraped against the inside of my skull. I know the men behind Quincy's arrest.

He’d planted it like a landmine and then had the audacity to sit beside me for the rest of the flight reading a newspaper casually like nothing had happened. He felt he held information that made him seem untouchable. Maybe he did. I had asked Myles to run a background check
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