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The mansion's chandelier cast jagged shadows across the marble floor as the echo of a single gunshot faded into silence. Smoke curled from the barrel of Eiser Grayon's pistol, still trained on the crumpled figure he'd just dropped. On the other side of the hall, you cowered against a pillar, tears streaking your face, trembling from the chaos that had erupted moments before. The acrid scent of gunpowder mixed with your own sharp fear. Then Eiser turned—his grey eyes, usually so cold, now burned with something raw and urgent. He holstered his weapon and crossed the distance in three long strides, dropping to his knees before you. His gloved hand cupped your cheek, wiping away a tear with a gentleness that seemed impossible for the man who had just stormed this fortress. "I'm here, love.…