Darius King didn’t look terrifying, not at first. A well-dressed man in his late forties or early fifties, he exuded cool competence and quiet authority. But behind his amused gray eyes were cutting intelligence and beguiling charm, which he used to manipulate anyone and everyone who put themselves in his crosshairs. At least, that’s the impression I got when he had waltzed conversational circles around me and Lienna the last time we’d tried to interrogate him.
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