The ocean was a vast, undulating sheet of black glass, broken only by the rhythmic wake of The Siren’s Call. On the open sea, the law of the land felt like a distant memory, replaced by the cold, indifferent weight of the tides.In the center of the yacht’s aft deck, a table was set with a surgical, terrifying elegance. White linen, silver candelabras, and a bottle of vintage Cristal chilled in a bucket of ice. Damien sat at the head, looking every bit the triumphant prince in his white linen suit. Julian Vane had retreated into the bridge, leaving the "siblings" to their final meal.Evie sat opposite him, her back straight. Beneath the table, the weight of the diamond-studded pistol strapped to her thigh was the only thing keeping her grounded. The jamming frequency was still screaming in her ear—a high-pitched whine that meant Kael was blind and deaf to what was happening on this boat."You look exquisite, Evelyn," Damien said, his voice smooth as silk over jagged rocks. "One would
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