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The Dance of Shadows
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Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Devil at the Door
The apartment was suffocating.Not just from the stale air that clung to the walls after hours of silence, but from the weight of everything I couldn’t control. The broken glass had been swept into a neat pile in the corner, though the faint smell of spilled champagne lingered. The blood… I had scrubbed until my hands were raw, but no amount of bleach erased the memory of it seeping into the marble veins.It still lived in my head. The trail that had led me to the balcony. The shadow in the corner. The whisper of my name.Alaric was gone.And Drayke’s warning still pulsed like a bruise in the back of my mind.I tried to busy myself pouring wine, straightening scattered papers, pretending I wasn’t counting the seconds until the walls closed in. The city skyline glittered beyond the glass, taunting me with its indifference. People down there laughed, kissed, argued, lived. Up here, I was unraveling.The clock ticked. My pulse matched it.Then I heard it.A low mechanical hum.I froze, w
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Door opens 2
Eveline, the name pinged something in me an image: marble halls, donated wings in hospital foyers, a hand in the right pockets to put the right people in power. She was on donor lists, on boards, in photos at charity galas not this woman who had the smell of a quick, clean operation about her.She walked closer, boots whispering against the marble. She didn’t need to tower to own the space. “Mr. Knight.” She inclined her head to Alaric like a hand proposed a civic salute. “Don’t be dramatic. You left too many doors open.”Alaric’s eyes flashed with the kind of history one keeps with a clenched jaw. “You told me this would be clean.”“It was.” Eveline’s smile thinned. She reached inside her jacket and produced something small, black, and clinical. I didn’t know what it was at first then realization scraped my throat: a tracking module, a transmitter, a tiny device that makes escape impossible.“You left it behind,” she said, “and your guests came through.”It was Alaric’s turn to stare
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Door opens 1
The elevator dinged and the sound felt like a verdict. I stood frozen amidst the wreckage glass crunching under my shoes, the blood smear on my palm an ugly, burning proof that I had been here, that something terrible had happened.The cab doors sighed apart with maddening slowness. I braced, as if I could physically restrain whatever stepped out.For a long, impossible heartbeat the car was empty. Then a figure filled the light.He wasn’t Caelum Drayke. He couldn’t have been more different.Alaric stepped out like a man half-girown from a grave. He wore a shirt that had once been ivory and now clung to him in grim, damp patches; his jacket hung over one shoulder, the cut of it elegant but rumpled. Hair that had been dark now showed threads of iron at the temples. A clean, authoritative face had been knuckled into something raw—lips split, one corner bruised, a sheen of sweat and grime on his brow. He moved like someone who’d been forced to practice politeness between blows: the gait
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Man in the Shadows
The silence was worse than the wreckage.It wasn’t the silence of peace, or rest, or safety. It was the silence of a predator circling, one heartbeat away from striking.His voice cut through it smooth, deliberate, threaded with amusement and danger.“Miss Kade,” he said, as if he had known me for years, as if speaking my name gave him power over me. “You were never supposed to be here tonight.”The words slid over me like oil, coating my skin, sinking into my pores. For a moment, all I could do was stand frozen in the doorway of the ruined study, my eyes dragging over the overturned desk, the scattered papers, the smear of blood that led to the balcony.And then my gaze locked on him.He moved forward slowly, peeling himself out of the shadows, tall and deliberate, as though the entire penthouse was his stage. The moonlight caught his features in jagged pieces sharp jaw, pale eyes that seemed to reflect more light than they took in, a scar cleaving his cheek like a lightning strike.
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Phantom in Black
The man’s voice slid over my skin like oil, smooth and suffocating.“Miss Kade,” he said again, almost amused at the way my body tensed, the way I clutched the balcony railing like it was the only thing keeping me from splintering. “You were never supposed to be here tonight.”The sound of my name in his mouth made bile rise in my throat. He shouldn’t know it. He shouldn’t know me.But he did.I straightened, forcing my shoulders back though my knees felt weak. “Who the hell are you?”The man didn’t answer right away. He stepped fully into the light, and I saw just enough to make my pulse thunder harder.He wore black from head to toe tailored trousers, a fitted jacket that hugged a body honed for violence, leather gloves that gleamed faintly in the lamplight. A mask covered his face from the bridge of his nose down, sleek and matte, like something a mercenary would wear. But his eyes cold, metallic gray were visible. And they were fixed on me with unnerving precision.“You shouldn’t
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Stranger’s Bargain
I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears. The stranger’s shadow stretched long across the broken glass and scattered papers, like a stain that didn’t belong in this place.He smiled faintly, and it wasn’t the kind of smile people gave when they meant peace. It was the kind that hid knives.“Where is Alaric?” I demanded, forcing steel into my voice even as fear coiled tight in my chest.“Alive,” the man said, tilting his head, “for now.”The words landed like a blade pressed against my skin. Relief and terror clashed so violently inside me that I couldn’t breathe.“Who are you?” I asked.He stepped closer, the faintest crunch of glass beneath his polished shoes. The lamplight revealed more of his face sharp cheekbones, eyes too calm, too cold.“Let’s just say I represent interests who find your husband’s… influence problematic.”My stomach twisted. Of course. Alaric had always warned me power attracted enemies like blood drew sharks. But hearing it from one of them made it real in a way
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