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Chapter 21: The predator's Gambit
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The Billionaire's forbidden Ward Ā Ā Ā chapter 30: The New Sovereignty
The smoke from the Vance Estate was a smudge on the horizon by the time we reached the city. The interior of the Charger smelled of spent gunpowder, expensive leather, and the raw, lingering scent of us. We hadn't spoken since the estate vanished into the rearview mirror. We didn't need to. The silence between Julian and me was no longer a void; it was a solid, unbreakable connectionāa frequency only we could hear.Julian pulled the car into his private garage beneath Thorne Tower. He didnāt get out immediately. He sat with his hands on the wheel, the engineās low thrum vibrating through the frame. He looked at me, his obsidian eyes tracing the smudge of soot on my cheek with a tenderness that would have shocked his competitors."You look like youāve been through hell, Elara," he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress."I have," I said, catching my reflection in the visor mirror. My tactical suit was torn, my hair was a wild mess of dark tangles, and my eyes held a flinty, ancient ligh
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