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... ol in his system seeming to clear a bit.
He was sprawled lazily in the booth, the hand draped over the back of the seat swirling a glass of whiskey. Flecks of light danced in his slightly hazy eyes.
Silas Jacobs’s lips curled into a smirk as he asked, "You’re not actually going to go kill him right now, are you?"
Ariana Grant watched him for a moment with her arms crossed, then suddenly leaned over, snatched the drink from his hand, and took a sip.
"Sir, we live i ...
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