Chapter 48

VENUS

I hold Dorian’s gaze.

That smile—it's not curiosity. It’s a dare. The kind people wear when they’re watching someone walk a tightrope in scissors-for-shoes.

My heart pounds like war drums. But my spine? Iron. I stare him down, unblinking.

“I was born in Queens,” I begin calm and controlled.

“I...

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