
MATEI'S POV
The gates swing open as the Rolls-Royce glides through, and I glance at Jordan in the fading light. She’s staring out the window, but I can’t see her reflection against the tinted glass. The bags in the trunk and at her feet represent more than money. They’re proof I’m lowering her guard, whether she admits it or not.











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