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MYLA
Lincoln and I step across the cloudy threshold. Together, we enter reception chamber of our Antrum suite.
“Poor Deniz,” I declare. “Because, damn. Hades really screwed that guy’s life up, good.”
Lincoln presses his fingertips against his temples. “This will take some time to think through.”
I hold up the key from Xavier. “I can’t believe this worked.” With a puff of smoke, the metal object crumbles into dust. “And it disappears, too.”
“When your father wants to cover his tracks, the man is thorough.”
I’m about to retort with something clever when a wall of stink assaults my face. “Do you catch that smell?”
“From the key?”
“No, it’s something else.”
Lincoln inhales more deeply. “If I’m not mistaken, that’s fresh paint.”Footsteps echo through the suite. “And that will be Mo
