ound SOHO club vibrated through

alked past the bouncers, flashing a black metal card. They bowed instantly, leading her

isian fashion buyers were alr

aight to the head of the table, sat down, and crossed

martini glass, t

want a thirty percent cut of the European

laugh. She slammed a thick

ss, razor-sharp French. "You need my brand to survive the qua

. The air in the room grew su

Curtiss walked out of a private lounge. He had just

hing back to Isla's pale, terrified face in the bathroom

K. Jennings as they walked down the p

k patron stumbled out of a side door, violen

w inches. The blinding light from ins

ed at the noise and casually glan

es rooted to the floor. H

narrow gap

blood-red suit, holding a martini glass, w

re lethal. She was looking at the men across the table with the e

ering a command that made the g

e agonizing second. Then, the tr

of fear in her eyes when she thought

instantly followed by a twisted, burnin

man and pulled him away. The

s survival instinct flared. She felt a pre

r eyes slammed directly into

he martini glass in her hand shook violen

door shut

She couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved as pure

nnings looked confused. "

f pure, impenetrable ice, but his eyes darkened into a bottomless, dangerous abyss.

voice perfectly calm, yet every single word was coated in