Chasing Ghosts

HARDIN'S POV

The moment I slid behind the wheel, I pressed the ignition and the Bentley roared to life, a soft purr beneath my palms—but it didn’t calm me. Not today. Not after that meeting.

My skin still crawled with the memory of Beatrice Davis. Her perfume clung to the air like poison. Her voic...

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