The Flame Unveiled
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The great hall of the Draxon estate was lit with cold silver fire, casting shadows long across the marble floor. Dominic sat at the head of the table like a king carved from stone, his court arrayed in silence around him. The raven-haired woman lounged nearby, smug and waiting.
And then the doors opened.
Every head turned.
Brittany stepped inside with deliberate calm, the click of her heels echoing like a drumbeat of war. A long black coat hugged her frame, the edges sweeping the floor as she walked. But it was the glint in her green eyes — sharp and dangerous — that drew all attention.
Dominic’s lips curved. “You return, little flame. Do you enjoy tempting death?”
She stopped in the center of the hall, tilting her head. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped the coat from her shoulders.
It fell to the ground in a whisper of silk.
Beneath, she wore a dress of midnight black, cut low enough to tempt sin itself, the fabric clinging to her curves like it had been stitched by shadows. The slit down one side revealed a long, pale leg that gleamed under the torchlight.
Gasps rippled through the chamber.
Dominic’s smirk froze.
And somewhere beyond the archway, in the shadows where no one could see him, Matt’s chest tightened. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She knew he was there. He felt it.
Brittany’s voice rang out, clear and commanding.
“You wanted to see who I am? Then look. Because I’m not hiding anymore.”
She let her gaze slide to the raven-haired woman, who stared in stunned silence.
“You think I’m nothing but a distraction?” Brittany’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Try me.”
The woman bristled, about to speak — but Brittany stepped closer, her emerald eyes daring her. “Say another word, and I’ll show you just how easily I can break you. Five seconds. That’s all it would take.”
The woman’s throat tightened, and silence fell.
Brittany turned her attention back to Dominic.
“You can threaten me. You can try to play me. But understand this — I don’t fear you. I love Matt. My heart beats stronger for him every day. And I don’t care if you approve, if she approves, if the whole damned council approves. I’ll tear down this empire before I give him up.”
In the shadows, Matt’s pulse thundered. Seeing her standing there — fierce, fearless, wrapped in danger and desire
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