Chapter 31 The Collector

Lorelei's POV

I turned to see a man in his sixties coming toward us, tuxedo straining across his middle, face flushed from too much alcohol.

"Richard," Dante said. Flat voice. "Good to see you."

Richard's eyes slid to me, and I felt myself being evaluated in a way that made my skin crawl.

His ga...

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