The first sound Selene heard was Cora’s muffled cry, soft, scared, barely there, but it was enough to make her nerves on fire. Blood pounded in her ears as she turned the corner and froze.
Lazarus stood like he owned the room, calm and collected, not a wrinkle in sight on his immaculate suit. He had one hand wrapped tight around Cora’s arm. The other held a sleek black pistol aimed straight at her head.
Selene’s breath caught in her chest.
Lazarus smiled. “Now, is that any way to welcome an old business partner?”
Darius stood behind Selene, his muscles wound taut, like one wrong move would set him off. “You’re in the wrong f*****g place, Lazarus.”
Lazarus smiled, smooth and unbothered. “No, I’m right where I need to be.”
Cora’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t tell him anything, I
