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The villa clung to the cliff’s edge like a raptor surveying its domain, all sharp geometry and glass that captured the dying silver of the moonlight. Inside, the air was cool and motionless, carrying the distant salt of the sea and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne. At 11:20 PM, the grand rooms lay hushed, guests sequestered in their suites, the only sound the rhythmic, thunderous crash of waves against stone far below. Rhys Thorn stood in the shadowed lounge, a glass of whiskey abandoned on the marble table, his glacial blue eyes fixed on the dim hallway as if he could see through walls. He moved then, a silhouette gliding soundlessly across the polished floor, his steps measured and intent. The door to her room yielded without protest, and there she was—you, damp hair coili…