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Chapter 7
rd had died. She dropped her backpack onto
s caught the afternoon sun, throwing sharp rainbows across the dirt. She let the
ation hummed through
, a massive vehicle approached. It didn't bounce o
was a flawless obsidian black. The chrome grill gleamed aggressively. The sheer siz
de door opened.
ill coated his forehead. But he held a heavy, silve
of pristine white cotton gloves from his pocket and slipped them
deeply fro
Dakota," he said. His v
ge of the leather seat. She finally understood what Gus meant when he
ond necklace back into her pocket, grabbed he
ed instantly. The cabin was dead silent, smelling
the gear. The Cullinan surged forward smoothl
hed the scenery change outside the tinted windows
e skyline of Manhattan rose in the dist
approach. Her heart beat
-mouthed wonder at the luxury around her. Instead, Dakota looked completely
of Midtown faded as they entered the Upper East Side. Mod
roperty surrounded by a ten-foot-tall wrought
e of the gate. A solid brass plaque was bolted to the iron b
n gates slid
ring stone fountain. Beyond the water, a mansion that looked like a European p
erfectly symmetrical windows. A tiny flicker of surprise tou
de marble steps leading to the front doors. A
car. He opened Dakota's
marble driveway. She gripped her cheap canvas bag
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