The Obsidian Club was a relic of old money, smelling faintly of imported cedar, expensive scotch, and the kind of quiet corruption that only thrives in the upper echelons of Manhattan. The lighting was deliberately dim, casting long shadows over the wingback leather chairs and mahogany tables.

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"Speed up, Kaelen. Please."

The armored SUV tore through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan, the engine roaring as Kaelen took a sharp corner, narrowly avoiding a yellow cab. Seraphina sat in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the grab handle above the window, the other desperately pulling th

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden shadows across the Italian marble floors. Seraphina stood in the master bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, deliberately so, having skipped her usual blush to maintain