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Prologue

Balto

Two Years Ago

The Mediterranean style mansion was severaland a liht The iron gates with his farated into the metal were left wide open

Tensions ran high

This was the deal of the century

Lucian was getting what he wanted

As was I

But ere exchanging two extre to get their hands on Neither one of us wanted to give up e had, but we also needed what the other offered

Instead of reed to ht assu without being prepared for battle

Lucian sat across froreasy black hair, sparse eyebrows of the same color, and lips so thin they looked like pencil old cross hung around his neck, visible in the V neck of the shirt he wore It was a hot summer day, humid as fuck, and it was no time to wear a suit

I didn’t even own a suit