Chapter Twenty-Four
The door to the Den doesn’t swing open when I knock this time. No one’s expecting me, but I’m damn well going to come inside. My righteous fury is almost enough to burn down the building. I’m trembling in the cold as I wait with barely leashed rage.
It’s Damon Scott who opens the door, the man I went to for a loan, the one who auctioned me. “Avery. Are you all right?”
A bitter laugh breaks from me. “You’re the second person to ask me that today.”
“I heard what happened, and—”
“Is he here? I know he is.” I push my way past Damon Scott, ready to be a bulldozer if I need to be. Or even a goddamn tank. I’m ready for war. “Gabriel?”
Smoke rises for the circle of men reclining in leather chairs. Dangerous men, all of them powerful, many of them armed. I feel no fear as
