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The invitation came in blood-red paper.
Pressed with Lucia's personal seal-two entwined serpents around a broken crown.
Isla turned it over in her hand while seated at the tiny dining table in the Lisbon safehouse. Dominic watched her from across the room, arms crossed.
"She wants to meet again," Isla said. "Private dinner. Her penthouse. Tonigh
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