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The heavy door swung shut behind Lysander Holt, sealing him inside a world of pulsing neon and rhythm. Violet and crimson light washed over his broad frame, catching the sweat-slicked sheen on moving bodies. He paused at the threshold, the bass a physical thump against his chest, and scanned the crowd. Two men kissed against the bar, lost in their own world. A young woman in a shimmering suit—Cassia—nudged his arm with a knowing grin. "Looking a bit lost, love." He tried a smile, but it felt thin. "First time." She laughed, a bright sound that cut through the music, and pointed toward a shadowed corner booth. "Then you’re in for a proper night. I’m with you, but he’s probably hiding again." A muscle tightened in Lysander’s jaw. He turned, eyes narrowing as he searched the shif…