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    Vulture’s voice was firm as he spoke. “Anyone who wants her dead, I’ll make sure they’re the ones who end up six feet under!”


    Rosalie stood frozen,pletely stunned.


    Was he really showing this much favoritism?


    Nate lowered his gaze to Corrine, who was curled up in his arms. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, and his eyebrows lifted slightly. Corrine’s eyes shifted for a moment.


    For a moment, Corrine’sposure wavered, but she quickly regained her calm. She fixed her hair and then shot Vulture a sharp look. “If you don’t want me dead, why did you shoot at me?”


    Vulture didn’t seem bothered at all. Instead, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “It was just a little joke.”


    Corrine raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips. “So, if I identally blow your head off, that’s a joke too?” She gazed at him, daring him to respond.


    At those words, the group fell into stunned silence.


    Even Moses and Zack, who had once witnessed Corrine’sbat prowess, felt a cold sweat break out at her unflinching response. Had the opponent been anyone else, her confidence might have been brushed off as arrogance.


    But she wasn’t facing just anyone—she was standing before the leader of the Red me, a man whose influence was on par with Nate’s.


    And yet, Corrine spoke as if he were nothing.


    If she ended up on the Red me’s bad side, the storm that would follow was unimaginable.


    As the group exchanged wary nces, Hawk let out an amused chuckle, tilting his head. “It’s been a while. Thought we’d drop by and see if you’ve gone soft.”


    “Ha!” Corrine scoffed, unimpressed by their test. “And? Satisfied with your little test, huh?”


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    “Completely,” Vulture cut in smoothly before Hawk could answer. “How could we not be?”


    His tone brimmed with tant favoritism, without the slightest attempt at pretense.


    The group gawked in disbelief, eyes darting between Vulture and Corrine.


    What was happening before their eyes?


    Vulture, known for his vtile nature—grinning at you one second, ready to slit your throat the next—was now disying an uncharacteristic level of indulgence toward Corrine.


    The ease between them, the casual back-and-forth, all hinted at an old acquaintance. No one had ever heard of a woman being associated with the Red me before.


    Just what kind of history did they have?


    Among those burning with curiosity, Rosalie was the most restless. She had intended to use her connection to Vulture to elevate her status, to prove her influence.


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