Her glare killed it.
“And if either of you lays a finger on her,” she added, voice dropping low, “you’ll wish you’d never drawn breath.”
They nodded and vanished.
Diana looked back at them one last time.
“Don’t mistake this for kindness,” she said coolly. “This is patience.”
Her eyes locked on Austin’s.
She turned. Heels echoed. The door closed with a hollow thud.
Selene sagged forward, a weak sob escaping.
Austin closed his eyes tightly.
Water was coming.
But the real damage—the kind that didn’t show on skin—was already done.
And whatever came next, he knew one thing with brutal certainty:
Diana wasn’t finished breaking them.
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The Blake Group headquarters gleamed under the afternoon sun—the glass and steel screaming money and power.
