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The club’s bass hammered through the floor, syncing with the restless rhythm in Kellan Vance’s blood. He cut through the strobing haze and the press of bodies like a blade, his dark eyes scanning the room with a hunter’s focus. The heir to a political dynasty, used to every whim being answered, he was now missing one essential possession. Then he saw it. A glint of glass and metal in a familiar hand. Your hand. The one person who seemed to linger perpetually at the edges of his world. Kellan stopped cold, his easy charm dissolving into something sharp and irritated as he locked onto you.