"True," Viktor admitted. "But tonight is my daughter's birthday. She’s twelve. I missed the last three because I was doing jobs like this—chasing shadows for people who don't remember my name the second the check clears."
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Kaelen’s expression softened, just a fraction. "So you're quitting?" "True," Viktor admitted
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"I have a body," Viktor said, his voice dropping. "There’s a man three blocks back who tried to mug me. He’s roughly your size. In this rain, with this lighting... dental records won't matter if the building burns hot enough."