“You’ve got some nerve showing up here again,” Kai Lennox said, voice low and edged with warning as he slid a fresh scotch across the polished bar top exactly at 11:47 p.m. “One night, remember? I don’t do encores for suits who think they own the city *and* my ass.”Damien Vale didn’t sit. He stood at the end of the bar in the same charcoal three-piece suit from the night before, jacket unbuttoned now, tie gone, the top two buttons of his black shirt open to reveal the hard line of his collarbone. Steel-gray eyes pinned Kai in place like he was already bent over something. The rooftop bar was dead quiet—last call long over, the neon Eclipse sign flickering softly behind him, rain streaking the glass walls.“I remember,” Damien replied, voice dark velvet dragged over gravel. He picked up the glass, took a slow sip, then set it down without breaking eye contact. “But I also remember how you screamed my name while you came all over my hand. So tell me, bartender… are you really going to
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