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A crowd of tourists chattering in Chinese pushes past us toward the Pötscher Madonna, oblivious to the far more interesting drama playing out right under their noses. The three of us are silent for a moment as they pass, then Eva says, “Speaking of thinking ahead, you can’t be certain Dimitri doesn’t already know what you’re up to.” Killian lifts his brows. “Do I seem new at this to you?” She stares at him with a strange look, one I’ve never seen before, a kind of world-weary hardness in her eyes. “Don’t ever underestimate the devil.” Killian glances at me, frowning. I say, “She’s right. His connections are vast, but it’s his cunning that’s truly limitless. He enjoys playing games with his enemies. Spinning webs you don’t see until you’re helplessly entangled. Whatever measures you’re
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