Silas Valerius POV
I sat in the corner of my private club, tucked away in a leather chair that cost more than most people made in a year, and I watched the amber liquid in my glass as I swirled it slowly around the ice.
The room was quiet and smelled of expensive tobacco and old books, which was usually enough to calm my nerves, but today I was feeling a deep, simmering anger that wouldn't go away.
I had spent decades building the Valerius empire into a machine that controlled half of the city, and I had done it by making sure that every variable was accounted for and every threat was removed.
Three years ago, I thought I had dealt with Krystal Reed for good, because I had given her a choice that no desperate girl could refuse, and I had watched her walk away with her tail between h
