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... ooming orchids. Seraphina sat poised on a velvet settee in her penthouse suite, her long black gown cascading like liquid ink, a slit running dangerously up her thigh. Her fingers traced the rim of a crystal glass, the red wine within catching the dim chandelier glow like blood caught mid-spill.
Her phone rang, slicing through the thick silence.
She hesitated, lips curling in distaste. Whoever it was, they were either desperate or stupid.
Finally, she picked up, voice lik ...
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