The Revenant #3: The Serpent's Throne
He was leaning casually against a black car, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes watching me with the kind of intensity that made people nervous.
I wasn’t most people.
“You have a habit of showing up uninvited,” I said, keeping my voice neutral.
He smirked, pushing off the car and closing the distance between us. “And you have a habit of making dangerous deals.”
I folded my arms. “You came all this way just to lecture me?”
“I came to offer you something better.”
That caught my attention, though I kept my expression unreadable. “I’m listening.”
Nico stepped closer, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath it—gunpowder, steel, danger.
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