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New York City
December
New Year’s Eve
Killian leaned on the bathroom vanity and stared in the mirror. His hair was black, and his square jaw held a hint of scruff. Blue eyes, black lashes, and slanted brows he’d been told had a life of their own. Externally, he looked the same. But on the inside, he was different.
Dylan’s question, ‘Did you ever think maybe Violet saw something in you no one else could see?’ had sent him searching for answers.
His undercover persona, Ian Jones, was a low-life involved with drugs and guns. Killian’s job had been to infiltrate the Callandra g**g, with the hope of bringing them down. But once inside, there was something about the case that tore at him, threatening his existence in ways he couldn’t understand. Violet and Beatrice Morris had reminded
