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... econd.
The convoy waited in perfect formation. Dark vehicles, polished to the point of insult, engines humming low. Fitzgeralt security stood like statues, eyes alert, and faces calm in that way men were only calm when they were trained and paid to be terrifying.
Chris didn’t care.
He wanted Lucas. He wanted to see the baby. He wanted to see something soft and alive that wasn’t a treaty clause.
Behind him, Dax stepped off the train with the same unbothered grace h ...
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