The Devil’s PriceThe night air was thick, suffocating, even in its cool embrace.After months of prison walls—gray, suffocating, endless—freedom should have felt like a breath of fresh air.It didn’t.Instead, it felt dangerous.Like a battlefield waiting for its first casualty.And standing at the edge of that battlefield, watching her like a shadow, was Adrian Blackwood.His imposing frame was stiff with restraint, his sharp suit unwrinkled despite the chaos he had caused to get her here. His expression was unreadable as he reached for the car door, swinging it open with a quiet finality."Get in," he ordered.Claire hesitated.Not because she feared him—she never had.But because she knew a truth that most people learned too late:Adrian Blackwood never did anything for free.If he had ripped her from that prison cell?It was because he wanted something in return.She lifted her chin, locking eyes with him for just a second longer than was wise. Then, without a word, she slid into
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