Adrian Pov The city is a blur of light and color as I drive, the Moscow traffic a slow, grinding beast. My phone buzzes with a new message, and I know without looking that it’s Leo. He’s been my rock, my confessor, the only one who knows the truth of my secret life. I pull over to a secluded park, the cold, winter air a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside me. I’m a man on the edge, a man who has made a deal with the devil. A deal I have no intention of honoring.I step out of the car, the cold air raising goosebumps on my skin. I see him, Leo, sitting on a bench, a thermos of tea in his hands. He looks up as I approach, his face a mix of concern and exasperation. He knows me too well. He knows the look on my face, the raw, desperate hunger in my eyes."You look like you've seen a ghost," he says, his voice a low, soothing sound."Worse," I say, my voice a hollow, broken sound. "I've seen the devil. And I've made a deal with him."He raises an eyebrow, his gaze assessing me with
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