eping face. I whisper a dark, mocking vow against her soft hair, a pr

it and looks confident-a man who believes he owns the world. His

He looks at the entrance before aski

up from

alk with a chilling grace, my heels clicking

n the exact center under the bright spotlights. With my free hand, I pull

tiletto when it echoes through the mass

astard is right

ll plunges into a dea

s a low rustle. But the Syndicate guards at the doors, the Associates in the back, and the Bosses who know my face

Men lurch to their feet, their chairs

bullet. His feet are glued to the floor, and he stares at me in

g, their faces fading t

her expression one of utter bewilderment, as

tage, desperately attempting to

ds, asking me who I am. She reaches h

ely devoid of warmth. I radiate a l

hand the

ight into Valentin

to the entire room that I am Silas's lawful wife of seven

face drains

legs buckling completely

lief, turning her head to scream at

m the broken woman on the floo

the micropho

. How many years ha