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“Madam, sir, a gunman has infiltrated our sanctum, demanding an audience with Miss Smith.”

“What? How could an armed intruder breach our defenses?” A pallor gripped Jimena’s countenance.

“His appellation is Harlan. Presently, he occupies the hall, yet Miss Smith is…”

Holden’s pulse surged, his blood pressure threatening to overthrow equilibrium as he nearly succumbed to unconsciousness.

A few years earlier, Harlan had forsaken the mantle of the family’s legacy, departing for Raven Island, where he adopted a lethal vocation as an assassin. Corpses marked his path, and those marked by his gaze inevitably met skeletal fate.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Though the Smith family’s fortifications were formidable, Harlan’s infiltration hinted at his ominous prowess.

“My dear! My dear!”

to rise, summoning his inner

me in

annihilation for them

Holden found Harlan leisurely ensconced upon a classical sofa in the hall, one leg casually crossed over the other, sipping

for the silent presence of a firearm beside the emerald green teacup, one might have mistaken him for a casual guest, here

I apologize for the less-than-stellar

smile painted

Mr. Smith, kindly usher Mavis into my presence forthwith. Following our encounter, I shall promptly depart, her

with a detached air, his

was beyond Holden’s worst imaginings. A reflexive hand

interject,