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- Parts 16
Morgan Gillory had seen plenty of crime scenes in her life. Blood, broken glass, and whispered secrets-she could handle all of it. But standing at the edge of the VIP section, watching Lyra Vale laugh under the bright lights, Morgan felt something she had never felt before. Unease? Curiosity? Lust? It didn't matter. She was already hooked.
Karadec, standing beside her, stiff and unreadable, caught the same spark. His jaw tightened, his hand hovering near his holster as if to remind himself he was a detective, not a fan. But even he couldn't deny the pull.
Lyra Vale, pop sensation, heiress, and now official suspect in her father's death, moved through the crowd like she owned the world. Her presence was magnetic, dangerous, and absolutely forbidden. A thousand signs pointed to her guilt. And yet, Morgan and Karadec found themselves hesitating-drawn in, craving proximity, risking everything for the chance to just be near her.
She noticed. She always noticed.
And that was when the game began. A game of obsession, secrets, and desire. Morgan and Karadec weren't the hunters-they were the prey. And Lyra Vale, brilliant and untouchable, was already circling, waiting for them to fall.
They would fall. Harder than she ever could.