DEATH GAME
The atmosphere in the hotel VIP lounge didn't just shatter; it evaporated into a haze of gunpowder and primal terror. Annah's entire body convulsed, her breath hitching in a jagged sob as the roar of the gunshot echoed off the marble walls. The bullet hadn't been a warning; it had been a surgical strike. The heavy glass vase at the center of the table imploded, raining sharp shards across the linen. The bullet grazed Jade Sterling's arm, and the shock sent his entire body numb. He stared blankly as a thick, crimson stain spread rapidly across his sleeve, his eyes wide with disbelief and horror. "Y... you... you shot me," Jade stammered, his voice a pathetic, airy wheeze. Dane didn't give him a second to process the pain. He closed the remaining gap in two predatory strides, the cold, m
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