LINDEN
Amber liquid slipped into the glass and I watched the colour catch the light as I tilted the alcohol bottle. It was too early to drink. Or maybe too late. Either way, I didn’t care. I wanted something to burn my throat.
I sat in the dimly lit bar and swirled the glass in my hand. Three days had passed since something changed in me. Jensyn's innocence was now mine to play with, and I reveled in the power it gave me.
My mind wandered to Willow's wedding which was just a few days away. And I wasn't worried about that, I was concerned about Jensyn's smile, her laughter, her tears—they were all mine to manipulate.
I couldn't help but think of Arthur's reaction when he found out what I had in mind. He'd be furious, but ultimately, he'd do nothing. My shares, my empire, my rules. His
