phin

of the neutral zone. I sat in the back of a bulletproof Rolls-Royce parked across fr

of the Moretti family, along with a folded note. My 18th birt

nstructed, my voice steady

nodded and slipped out of the car. The wait was agonizing, but when she

ng into the leather seat. "He looked dangerous, Miss Sera. But he smi

tled in my chest. The D

ide the luxury boutiques. Through the tinted, bulletproof glass, I spotted several Valenti Associates lingering on t

spered behind their gloved hands, their

n. "They're calling you damaged goods, Miss Sera. They're saying Ca

ping her from reaching for the door handle. "L

nly fed the inferno burning in my vei

te was dead quiet. I stood by the window, staring out at the moo

hadow slipped into my room, bringing with him the chill of the night

ossed the room and pinned me against the wall, his large hand resting dangerous

y want to dance with the Devil?" his voice was a low

he abyss of his eyes. "I want to burn our

lored jacket and pulled out a polished 9mm bullet. He pressed

pered, his breath brushing my ear

as silently as he had arrived. I clutched t

e suite door

the room, landing on the open balcony doors. "I heard a man's voice!" she sneered, dropping all pret

turned to face them. "Ruby," I commanded, my

d and struck Jasmine across the face with a resoun

ng forward. "Have you lost your mind? Fo

hurled it to the floor. It shattered into a thousand glitter

ered Ruby, my eyes locked

ttered glass and the trembling maids, I delivered

my tone absolute. "Break the legs of Bridget and the other one, and th

rity in my gaze left no room for argumen