Cassiel’s POVJulian stood in front of my desk, his posture rigid, his sharp hazel eyes burning with defiance. The dim light from the chandelier above cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw as I could see it move. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and I could see the faint tremor in them—anger, frustration, maybe even fear, though he’d rather die than admit it.The contract lay untouched on the mahogany surface between us. A silent war. A line he refused to cross.I leaned back in my chair, fingers interlocked. “I told you before, Julian,” I said, my voice calm, measured. “I don’t do charity. If you want my help finding your brother, you give me something in return.”His laugh was bitter. “Right. And what exactly am I giving you, Morelli? A warm body in your bed?”I exhaled through my nose, my patience razor-thin. “You think this is just about sex?” I reached for the glass of whiskey in front of me, swirling the amber liquid before taking a s
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