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... ing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion’s room.
Lucian stood in the center of a carnage, his silk shirt splattered with crimson. At his feet lay the fifth woman of the afternoon.
Like the four before her, she had been a "gift" from Marcus—a woman from the fringes of society, someone the world wouldn’t miss.
And like the four before her, she was now a dead body.
Lucian wiped his mouth with a lace handkerchief, his movements precise and cold, despite ...
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