“Same time next week?” Nessa asked, her voice a wrecked whisper.
Tarra White stood by the marble island, her silhouette sharp against the rain-streaked glass. She wasn't waiting. She was calibrating. Nessa Devil was already there, draped across a leather chesterfield like a Renaissance painting come undone. Nessa’s posture was the geometry of indifference—leg crossed, chin propped on a fist—but her eyes tracked Tarra’s every micro-movement. “Same time next week
The city was a grid of cold blue light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of vetiver and unspoken contracts. This wasn't a scene; it was a negotiation. “Same time next week?” Nessa asked
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