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Chapter 30 — Shadows and Bloodlines

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New York was a wound that never healed. It smelled of exhaust, wet concrete, and fried food that had been sitting too long. A city that chewed through people, then spit out their bones on the sidewalks. Perfect cover for me.

I was hunting a man who thought he was untouchable—a kingpin who traded women like currency, who wore his cruelty like a designer suit. I’d been watching him for weeks. I had his routine memorized down to the minute. At 11:15 he stepped outside to smoke. At 11:28 his runner dropped an envelope. At 11:33 he checked his phone to make sure the alley camera still worked.

The notebook Rylen and Kira had given me weighed heavy in my pocket. Pages full of whispers and sightings. It burned against my ribs, reminding me that this city was more dangerous than I could ever map. Tonight wasn’t for maps. Tonight was for blood.

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  • Shadows and First Blood   Chapter 45 — Bound and Bright

    The rope tightened with a hiss of leather, the sound loud in the hush of his den.My wrists were already above my head, palms flat against the wall, my body stretched to the edge of balance.Matrix’s breath ghosted over my ear. “Breathe.”I did. The air smelled of him: smoke and cedar and rain waiting to fall.He drew back just enough to look at me. The wolf was closer to the surface now — eyes gone deep, pupils blown, a flick of fang when his mouth curled. The calm man from the diner was gone. In his place stood the thing that had survived alleys and hunters and come to claim me.“You asked for stars,” he said softly. “Let’s see if you can take them.”

  • Shadows and First Blood   Chapter 44 — Teeth Behind the Smile

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    The yes slipped out of me like a tired breath.Not dramatic. Not fireworks. Just the quiet answer a body gives when the ache of saying no has worn it raw.“Coffee,” I said at the counter, pretending it wasn’t a surrender. “One hour.”Matrix’s smile didn’t gloat. It warmed, low and steady, like a hand around a mug in winter. “One hour,” he agreed, as if he’d already built a life inside the space of those words.We chose the diner two blocks down—the one with cracked red vinyl and a neon sign that blinked OPEN like it was trying to convince itself. The bell over that door was brighter than the shop’s, shriller, and the air smelled like burnt sugar and the memory of bacon. He took the booth facing the door, which I

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  • Shadows and First Blood   Chapter 41 — The Man Who Knew My Name

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