Later, Night bled into the city like spilled ink.
Zyran’s black Bentley Continental GT tore through the empty road, engine roaring like it shared his fury. One hand gripped the wheel, the other held a glass he shouldn’t have been drinking from—burning liquid sliding down his throat, doing nothing to cool the fire inside him.
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