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... > She didn’t need to.
She stood in the center of the ruined chamber like a queen surveying a mildly inconvenient mess—Reinhardt’s body, the scorched walls, the blood pooling near the shattered desk. Her expression was one of weary disappointment, as if Ariadne had spilled tea on an antique rug rather than slaughtered her entire European command.
"You’ve made quite a mess tonight, Miss Anderson," Alexandra said, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "New leadership to appoint. New securit ...
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