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... g, door to the office clicked shut behind me with the soft finality of a coffin lid.
Devon didn’t turn from the floor-to-ceiling window. City lights glittered across the glass, reflecting in his grey eyes like scattered stars. One hand in his pocket, the other cradling a crystal tumbler of amber liquor. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the elbow. He looked like sin poured into tailored clothes.
I stayed by the door, arms folded, the micro-SD card burning a hole a ...
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