THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME
It all fell away for a moment as she leaned into him, breathing in the faint scent of cloves and metal that always clung to him.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said softly.
“You love it,” he replied, voice low and warm against her neck.
She did.
That evening, fresh from their equine disaster, the six found more to do.
The Empire Hotel glittered like a monument to excess. Chandeliers caught the light like frozen stars. Everything was silk, champagne, and money. The air smelled like roses and ambition.
The Six were not on the guest list.
So of course, they broke in.
Outside, Miriam swiped through a stolen tablet with quiet focus. Mika leaned over her shoulder, chewing gum.
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