The Devil's Mistress
The scent of lavender, roasted coffee beans, and sea air tangled in the breeze as I stepped out of the car, my flats crunching softly against the stone.
Adam stepped around to open the back passenger door for Mrs. Clara with his usual blank expression, while Cedric, yes, that Cedric from the dock, stood a few paces away with sunglasses on and arms crossed, scanning the crowd like a hawk. He didn’t speak much, but his presence alone was enough to make anyone think twice before getting too close.
Damien told me Cedric was his fifth commander. Whatever that meant in this clan hierarchy, one thing was clear, he was loyal to Mrs. Clara too.
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