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... ught he was still dreaming, with the low vibration under his feet and the spiced-dark scent of Dax filling his lungs. Then the car door swung open and dawn broke over a wall of bodies.
Outside, the private strip was already alive. Lines of men in black uniforms and mirrored sunglasses stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a corridor from the car to the waiting jet. All of them were alphas, big, hard-edged, their heat rolling off them in disciplined waves that still made Chris’s skin prickl ...
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