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The restaurant breathes with the soft murmur of conversation and the chime of crystal, golden light spilling across linen-clad tables. By the window, two women sit opposite each other—one animated, waving a worn paperback, the other a statue of cool, detached indifference. From a shadowed corner booth, a man with shoulders like carved stone and ink creeping up the column of his neck watches them over the rim of a vodka glass. Dante Volkov rarely smiles, but now his mouth curves into something predatory. He leans toward his companion, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "She doesn't believe we exist, Leo. Picture her face when I prove her wrong." His pale blue eyes never leave you. "I think I'll take her home tonight. Show her precisely what is real."