ement, a stark contrast to the slow, regal glide she had practiced for months. Inside the elevator, she had almost let the mask

Maybach, her chest heaving. "The Carlto

dn't let the Sinclair fire consume her entirely. But as she stared at the screen, a cold realization settled in her gut. Dominic was close. T

ator doors had long since closed, but he could still feel the phantom pressure of Seraf

e

ed in his mind like a neon sign. I

ted blade. She stood behind him, her face twisted in a mask of jealous rage. "That woman... that nobody j

of genuine revulsion. This was the woman he had traded Serafina for? This woman wh

he said, his voi

gala isn't ov

the gilded walls. Lydia flinched, her eyes wide wit

ed. He needed to know. He needed to see what she was hiding. He remembered the night he threw her out-the way she

he had: the black Maybac

saw the small figure sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window. Leo was staring out a

she asked, crossing the room to p

exact shade of stormy blue-and the same stubborn set to his jaw. At only fiv

but serious. "The Sinclair stock is behaving strangely. Someone is t

s own good. "Don't worry about the man,

ing out a small hand to touch he

nto her son's touch. "No one is eve

the street below. She didn't see the dark SUV

s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He was looking throug

He saw Serafina. And

ile was unmistakable. The slope of the nose, the curve of the ear, the way the boy til

ceholder" comment. The

h-speed collision. The check he had thrown at her-the two million

ing as tears he hadn't shed in decades blurr

e woman he had ruined pull his son into a hug, Dominic knew that his battle for