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She made the beast fall in love.

Angelo’s POV

The night had a sharp, predatory edge, mirroring the one that had begun to flay my composure. I stood on the sprawling balcony, overlooking the sprawling, indifferent city, a glass of untouched whiskey in my hand. The amber liquid, usually a balm, felt inert, mocking. It couldn't d...