Chapter 21: The Sovereign’s EntranceThe penthouse felt different without his heavy, suffocating scent. The air was thin, silent, and sharp. Across the city, the sky glowed a dull, bruised purple where the docks were likely burning. Abram was out there, neck-deep in the blood of the men he used to call brothers, convinced he was a hero protecting his last piece of innocence.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. My reflection didn't look back with the hollow, frightened eyes of a gambling debt.I stripped off the silk robe—the one he liked because it fell open so easily—and reached for the suit I’d ordered a week ago. Charcoal gray. Italian wool. Sharp, structured shoulders that didn't allow for slouching. I stepped into the trousers and pulled the blazer on, the fabric crisp against my skin. It cost forty thousand dollars. More than my father’s life was worth in the end.I didn't do my hair in the soft curls he favored. I pulled it back, tight and severe, until my scalp ac
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