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Serin tried to summon up the right degree of enthusiasm for the food. The large mahogany table was laid out with a sumptuous array of gourmet delicacies—succulent shrimp, lobster, oysters, and other shellfish. The sushi and sashimi alone were worth thousands of dollars. But seafood was a staple of the T’Kaierian diet. She’d grown up eating fresher and more delicate morsels than this.
The penthouse and its contents were as lavish as the spread.
“This is the rarest of all sushi. Fugu,” Rainer Torsten said, winking at her as he brought the chopsticks to his lips. He popped the slice of raw fish into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chewed appreciatively.
In the week since she’d left T’Kaieri, she’d checked out Alec’s lead. The ugly toad had been bought by another collector, one who did
