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29. The Hunt Begins
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2025-03-12 22:00:59The storm outside was nothing compared to the one brewing inside Adrian Black.
Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, casting jagged shadows across the sleek marble floors. The city stretched out beyond the glass, oblivious to the war that had just been declared. But Adrian? He was already preparing for battle.
Amelia sat on the couch, watching him with narrowed eyes as he poured himself another drink. He hadn't stopped moving since they got back. Calls. Emails. A meeting scheduled in less than an hour. The man was a machine. But she knew him well enough now to see past the mask.
Celeste’s death had shaken him. And that terrified her more than anything.
The next morning, the air in Adrian’s office wa
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