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The club pulsed with low beats and darker intentions, all velvet shadows and glass glint. Nico stood near the back, nursing a drink he hadn’t touched in ten minutes, eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. *She was too still*. Not in the bored, aloof way some women sat in these places. Not in the guarded way she’d usually tuck herself into a corner when the noise got too much. No, this was…*hollow*. Her gaze was fixed on something that wasn’t there, body soft, shoulders relaxed.
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