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... y reaction—which never came.
The fuck? Eira thought, her gaze moving over his body.
The man had an angular face with piercing gray eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. His dark hair was slicked back, and the faint scent of expensive cologne wafted toward her.
Eira tilted her head, her lips curling into a mocking smirk despite the pounding in her head. "You know, I’m sure there’s a dress code for situations like these, but I’m pretty sure overdressed mobsters weren’t on the li ...
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