Ethan Wolfe, the top-tier traffic star ranked in the top three across the entire Republic. The golden goose of Ent-International. The VIP partner that Ted Wolfe, the richest man in Northriver, was desperate to sign.
And now?
He was having his face ground into a solid oak table by a man wearing cargo shorts.
CRUNCH.
The sound of the impact was like a thunderclap in a library. It resonated in the chests of everyone present, a visceral, bone-jarring noise that signaled the breaking of taboos.
The ballroom spun. People felt dizzy, their vision darkening as the sheer impossibility of the scene assaulted their brains.
Ruby Jordan’s mouth fell open, her jaw practically unhinging. She stared at the brutalized idol, then at the calm, indifferent back of Jack Brooks.
This is insane, Ruby thou
