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Two of me.
No.
There was one of me.
One Donovan Sherman.
One man with a record of unmatched success.
One man who held the lives of others in his hands.
Hands.
My gaze went to where Julia and I were connected, her petite hand encased in mine.
For the first time I could recall, my priorities shifted.
Yes, I wanted to confront Phillip, to watch my brother fall in disgrace, and to expose his sham to Julia and to the guests a floor below. Most of all, I longed for him to suffer for his sins as he had tried to make me suffer. My list didn't end with him. The Butlers were involved—I felt it in my soul. This wasn't only about hurting me and Julia; it involved Wade somehow.
My instinct was to get to the bottom of their plans, and above all, to prove once and for all I was superi
