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... ing dying rays of sun as she weighed every possibility. Eli stood against a column, arms folded, while Ian sat calmly on a stone bench, peeling dried blood from his knuckles with quiet disinterest.
"They know," Velrosa muttered. "Or at the very least—they suspect."
Eli responded first. "But they can’t prove anything. You said those agents are dead, right?"
Ian nodded. "Dead and gone. They won’t be raising a case against anyone."
"Still, this wasn’t just a raid," V ...
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