The jagged shard of glass, glinting with a lethal, crystalline light ,hovered mere millimeters from Ransom’s carotid artery. In the high-intensity, predatory atmosphere of Novus City’s most elite nightspot, the surrounding crowd of socialites, heirs, and thrill-seekers didn’t shrink back in horror at the sight of imminent violence.
"Billy!"
Just as the glass was set to bite into Ransom’s skin, a hand clamped onto Billy Lee’s forearm with the strength of a hydraulic press. The lethal arc of the glass stopped instantly, frozen in the air.
The hand belonged to Allen Morgan.
"What is the meaning of this, Allen?" Billy asked, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the interruption. His voice held a sharp edge of aristocratic annoyance, the irritation of a director whose lead actor had just mi
