CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO— Duncan —It’s one thing to feel rage.It’s another thing to do something with it.I’d felt it before—white-hot, gut-twisting fury, the kind that burned you from the inside. But this time, it didn’t burn.It froze.Solid.Clean.The anger crystallized into something sharper.Something useful.---Marco delivered within forty-eight hours.He always did.The man was a ghost—a phantom with access to things that didn’t appear on paper, didn’t live in the cloud, didn’t show up on credit statements or GPS trackers. Just movement, patterns, whispers, secrets.And now… I had it all.---The file arrived encrypted and timed to self-delete.I opened it with hands that didn’t shake.Not anymore.I was past trembling.Past breaking.Now I was building something.Something darker.Something inevitable.---Photos.Lucas and Aphrodite.Dinner. Walking. A coffee shop. A private art gallery she once took me to.In every picture, she looked… poised. Distant. Sometimes smiling.Neve
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