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The morning sun glinted off the silver handle of Liam Martin’s cane, but the warmth in his eyes was met with a gaze as cold as marble. Chloe Bishop sat in her driver's seat, her hands steady on the leather-wrapped wheel, looking through him as if he were a ghost—or a hurdle she was ready to jump.

Liam Martin stood tall, his posture elegant and noble despite the weight he leaned onto his cane