The air shifted.Not subtly.Not quietly.But completely.Isabella stood frozen between them her back to the mansion, her past standing in front of her, and something far more dangerous behind her.Daniel.Alexander.Two different kinds of control.Two different kinds of danger.And both focused on her.Daniel’s smirk returned, slower this time.Measured.Careful.He straightened slightly, adjusting his jacket like this was just another casual meeting.But his eyes locked onto Alexander.Assessing.Calculating.“So,” Daniel said, his voice smooth but edged, “you must be the famous Alexander Blackwood.”Silence.Alexander didn’t respond.Didn’t acknowledge him.Didn’t even blink.He just stood thereStill.Cold.Watching.Like Daniel wasn’t worth the effort of a reply.That aloneShifted the power.Daniel noticed it.Of course he did.His smile tightened just a fraction.But he recovered quickly.“They say you own half the city,” he continued, glancing around casually, “I didn’t expect
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