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The neon lights of the Blue Velvet Lounge pulsed in rhythmic waves of sapphire and violet. Chloe Bishop felt the liquid fire of the whiskey burning down her throat, a welcome distraction from the cold, suffocating cage of the Grayson Estate.

If I don't go back, I don't go back, she thought, her eyes flashing with a rebellious glint. To hell with Xavier Grayson