The air inside the luxury salon dropped several degrees, the opulent wood paneling and crystal chandeliers suddenly feeling less like a room and more like a cage.
Damien didn't take the vacant leather seat. Instead, he planted his massive hands flat on the glass table, leaning forward until his shadow entirely swallowed the silver-haired woman sitting across from him.
The raw, terrifying pressure of an Alpha’s dominance rolled off him in waves, making the crystal glasses on the table vibrate.
"You assume we came here to negotiate terms," Damien growled, his voice a low, vibrating register that shook the loose change in Julian’s coat pocket. "Let me make one thing crystal clear, woman. The Council is gone. The Blackwood vaults are sealed. And if you think we're walking out of here signi
