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Moulding In His Dark Shadow (2)
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2025-01-26 12:59:46{CARA'S POV}
**The air smells like salt and rust and it's thick with the promise of violence.The docks are quieter than they should be, and that stillness; unnatural. Suffocating. It wraps around me like a noose.Giovanni crouches beside me, his face is a mask of shadows under the faint glow of a distant lamppost. The cold steel of the dagger presses into my palm and I grip it tighter.It hurts. It hurts, but still I ignore the sting of the blisters forming from practice after practice."This isn't like the last times," Giovanni says with his voice that is so low, it's almost drowned by the lapping waves. "We're not just killing tonight. We're taking what they think they've secured. Shipment. Dossier. That's the mission." His dark eyes narrow on me. "You mess up, you compromise us both. So don't."I nod. Words won't work here, not under Giovanni's scrutiny.He gestures, and we move.We sl
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