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The cold air was what surprised him. As soon as Luke stepped off the flight, he gritted his teeth as the wind swept past him, causing goosebumps all over his skin. A dull grey cloud hung over the sky, and he looked at it in dismay as he walked towards the building.
New York had always been his least favourite place to visit. He had only been three times, and all three of them had left a sour taste in his mouth. There was something about the very air which did not sit right with him, as though a sickness hung over it and it was always coming for him.
But need had driven him here. And if any man could give him what he wanted, it would be Alpha Grey.
“Good morning, sir,” the driver said when he stepped into the car. “Where to?”
“Manhattan,” he replied. “The Dakota.”
“At once, sir,
