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Manhattan doesn't forget its own. You buried the Nightshade name two years ago and built something small, something yours - a life with no bodyguards, no empire, no shadow of a man who sees people as assets. Then you turned down the wrong street. Sebastian Nightshade stands twenty feet away, impeccable in charcoal and silence, his eyes already locked on you. He hasn't moved. He doesn't need to. His men are at the corners before you even clock them. In his world, a missing heir reappearing on his own territory is never coincidence. It's either a gift or a threat - and the way his gaze travels over you suggests he hasn't decided which yet.