The London sky broke open into a torrential tempest the moment they exited the Carlton Club. Sheets of icy November rain battered the wet asphalt of Mayfair, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber and gold. The wind whipped through the narrow Georgian streets, howling like a wounded beast as Christian’s driver pulled the armored black Bentley to the curb beneath the club’s dripping awning. Vivienne gathered her obsidian…
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