Marcus’s expensive Italian loafers slid across the slick, oil-stained concrete. His fingernails tore as he clawed at a recessed floor bolt, his legs already dangling over the thousand-foot drop into the white Maw of the Alps."Julian!" Marcus shrieked, the sound barely audible over the roar of the depressurizing hangar. "Julian, please! We’re brothers! The Vane blood!"Julian looked at him. In the strobing red emergency lights, Julian’s silver eyes were flat, devoid of the mercy Marcus was begging for. He looked at the man who had kidnapped Leo, who had tried to gas them like vermin, and who had spent a lifetime trying to dismantle Julian’s soul."The Vane blood is exactly why you’re falling, Marcus," Julian’s voice was a low growl, vibrating against Lyra’s back. "You thought the name made you invincible. You forgot that a name is only as strong as the man carrying it."Marcus’s grip slipped. He let out a choked, pathetic sob. "I’ll give it all back! The shares, the offshore acco
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