sey's voice was dangerously low,

nd shoved Irva, hard

ound, and stumbled backward into Tristan's

mind?" Tristan yelled, holding I

own, her hand reaching for the contr

pointed-toe shoe, sending the folder skittering ac

s rippled through the lobby. A hotel security gua

en, si

lipped, plunging the entire, cavernous space into a vacuum. The backgr

y, a wave of cold, immense power that ma

ulled by an invisible st

grand, sweeping staircase

yone in particular. His gaze was fixed, calm and dispass

anger, it all evaporated, replaced by a deep, primal fea

s man was. The true king of the Mckay empire. She instantly detached herself

read, far more potent than anything she'd fe

rom the folder. It moved slowly,

e, dismissive second. Devoid

conds. The disappointment and cold fury i

his eyes f

the raw, unbearable vulnerability. In his piercing gaze, she felt utterly e

a slight, almost imperceptible nod of

, past the frozen forms of Tristan and Irva, and bent down. He pick

s pocket and meticulously, insultingly, wiped away the

Burleigh and pre

. This object, this garbage that Irva had kicked and tram

hastly, bloodless white. She fina

ick. His uncle's property. His girlfrien

oking at it and passed it to anothe

n to descend

y were furniture, his presence a vortex o

hen he was b

ed her. He didn't look at her. He stared stra

low, guttural comman

in th

eating up the distance to the door, leavi

ling. She glanced back at Tristan and Irva. They

she felt a surge of power. It wasn't h

for her in a black