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Asher stood by the stone fountain outside the Greyson estate, the morning fog curling around his legs like smoke.
The air tasted like rain and tension.
He adjusted the collar of his black coat, sharp and tailored, the fabric stiff around his broader shoulders.
Another reminder of how much he had changed.
He was no longer the fifth-born shadow that the Greyson family ignored.
Footsteps approached behind him.
"Car’s ready," Tristan said, his ...
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