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Blood Oath, Broken Vow

Your father left you nothing but a name on a debt ledger and a sealed envelope you were told never to open — until the night three black SUVs pulled up to your apartment and a man in a charcoal suit said the words: "Mr. Voss is ready to collect." Now you are inside the Voss Estate, forty-eight hours from a summit that will decide whether you walk out alive or become the most dangerous bargaining chip in the city. The man who owns this house is watching you from across a candlelit dining room, and he has not blinked once.