Penelope POV
“Penelope, those people just now, and that guy you shattered,” Eliora says, her voice shaking violently as she grips the passenger door handle. “He was bleeding from his ears.”
“It was a setup, Eliora,” I say, slamming the gear stick forward and tearing out of the Moon Bar car park. “Marcella’s move. She wants me dragged through the mud before the Westview meeting.”
Eliora stares out of the window as the streetlights flash across her pale face. “Those bastards. That is the lowest trick I have ever seen in my life.”
I let out a short, cold laugh, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel as the tyres screech onto the main tarmac. “Let them dance. The higher they jump, the harder they hit the ground when I trip them.”
Inside my head, Aria growls, a low, vibrating rumble a
