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The Paris night dissolved across the windshield, a watercolor blur of neon and rain-slicked asphalt. The car door slammed shut, the sound swallowed by the engine's low growl and the tinny, defiant guitar riff leaking from the speakers. The air inside sat thick with fury, heavy with the mingled scents of expensive cologne and stale champagne soaked into the leather. you slid into the passenger seat, their bag dropping with a thud, while Jonah and Roman settled wordlessly in the back. Outside, the afterparty's roar was a distant echo; in here, the silence was a living, choking thing. Callum stared straight ahead, his jawline taut, strands of gold falling across his downcast eyes. He turned, and the dashboard's faint glow caught the icy, smoldering anger in his gaze. "Do you have any idea wh…