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And Chip was only a millionaire. Allegra would see that as a step down. In fact, Zane felt like every time she looked at him, he could almost see little dollar signs in her eyes.

He dredged up a smile. “I wish you all the best, Allegra. Good evening.” He sidestepped her and made a beeline for the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

Wine wasn’t going to cut it. It would probably be frowned on to ask for an entire bottle of Scotch. “Two glasses of Scotch, please. On the rocks. Do you have Macallan?”

“No, sorry, sir. Will Glenfiddich do?”

“Sure.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice said over the loudspeaker. The lights lowered. “I hope you’re ready to spend big for a wonderful cause.”

Carrying the drinks, Zane hurried back to Mav and Liam. He handed Mav a glass.

“Let’s do this,” Mav grumbled. “And next time, I’ll make a generous online donation so I don’t have to come to the party.”

“Drinks at my place after I get the necklace,” Zane said. “I have a very good bottle of Macallan.”

Mav stilled. “How good?”

“Macallan 25. Single malt.”

“I’m there,” Liam said.

Mav lifted his chin.

Ahead, Zane watched the evening’s host lift a black cloth off a pedestal. He stared at the necklace, the sapphire glittering under the lights.

There it was.

The sapphire was a deep, rich blue. Just like all the photos his mother had shown him.

“Get that damn necklace, Roth, and let’s get out of here,” Mav said.

Zane nodded. He’d get the necklace for the one woman in his life who rarely asked for anything, then escape the rest of the bloodsuckers and hang with his friends.

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