SEBASTIENHavana, CubaRevenge.I'd been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.I'd killed a man. While the act wasn't something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood on my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn't far from my mind. And the man I'd spent the last three hours with was the reason.Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I'd never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.If I were here for anything but business.I was
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