Erick
“Welcome to the Cheshire world.”
If only he knew the underlying meaning behind those welcoming words.
I was welcoming him to hell, yet he was so happy.
How foolish.
The door hadn’t even finished closing before my knuckles cracked against the edge of the desk.
Trash.
That word rang like poison through my mind, bouncing off every wall of my restraint.
Caleb had dared to step foot into my office—into the very heart of my empire—and hurl insults at Sophia like she was something beneath his shoe.
She was my queen.
My Luna
And he called her trash?
I stood slowly, staring at the faint groove my fist had left on the desk.
I could tear him apart.
In fact, there were a hundred different ways.
A thousand more if I let my darkness take the reins. And the most satisfying par
