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Chapter 2

Word Count: 1116    |    Released on: 06/06/2026

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te groaned open, permitting our

on the circular gravel drive, Julian unfaste

uch as glance i

le doors, his small, sharp footfalls swallow

feeling the familiar, oppressive chill

ment to Victor's authority, paid for with the b

his cell, where even the frequency of my respiratio

room, his face buried in the velv

sk sofa, stroking his hair with

ice pitched for maximum effect, pointing an accusing finger as I e

, and it was a flat, venomou

voice a low instrument of condescension. "You live in a fortress, protected by

lagstones, the forward momentum of my stride sending

today," I said, and the words fell like

went still upo

ng a faint, dismissive g

learned it from those violent

ze of denial. "The one he reserves for dealings with the Bratva. And Julian tells me

flash of something ugly and de

retorted, and a dark, mottled flush rose beneath the powder on

im," I said, my voice si

of the great hou

he air, a palpable

managed the front-of-house opera

man with whom my hu

nown to every sou

fact that rema

, a stain upon my position, and I wa

ed, utterly untroubled by the sudden, suffocating tensio

understood how cheaply his allegiance was being purchased wit

ed out, my eyes

k suits appeared ins

om," I ordered. "Julian is to be denied all entert

e silk of her dress rustlin

hing of the sort

r is a forfeiture of privilege," I s

e, deliberate

n when you taught him to despise th

ria's face, her mouth work

is household," she finally hissed.

d walked into the sprawlin

rranging a vast platter of roa

," I t

sion, but he wiped his hands on his

a single portion of plain pasta,

tchen, with Gloria fol

ing the marble island with his sm

l bowl, added a scant drizzle o

r and took a single, slow b

ties the boy may serve the boy,"

asp escaped G

ng a heavy pan to attend to the

as dial, muttering a c

as thick with the smell of b

e of the blackened su

d pushed the plate away,

he demanded, his eyes welling

mand and expectation, waiting for me to tie on a

mpty bowl

e for my abuse, Julian," I said,

ng, too slowly, that the woman who had once softened every blow was gone. A

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