At five o’clock the following morning, the London sky was a canvas of deep violet and pale peach. A sleek, twin-engine Eurocopter painted matte black hovered over the private helipad behind Blackwood Hall, its rotors kicking up a gentle spray of dewy mist from the surrounding lawns. Christian stood on the tarmac, dressed in a charcoal cashmere overcoat with a dark wool scarf draped over his broad shoulders. He extended…
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