Ashes Of Desire
In practice, it had once been a front for their operations, and later, once they'd all gone dark on purpose, a legitimate source of income that had quietly kept every one of their ordinary lives funded without any of them fully remembering why.
Aria drove her into the city that afternoon. Eve had chosen a sharp black tailored suit, hair pulled back into a severe chignon, makeup minimal and exact — the look Aria had called, without a trace of irony, the Ice Queen. The version of her that had existed before Italy, before Sophia's softness had crept into her voice and stayed there for months. Some memories were still locked. Her body, apparently, remembered exactly how to wear this particular m
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