Watching Kitty raise that glass purely for the sake of her own pride—utterly disregarding the danger she was putting herself in—Matthew Powell let out a quiet, contemptuous snort.
“Utterly foolish.”
The words were barely louder than a breath, but the judgment behind them was cold and final.
He turned and walked away without another glance.
It wasn’t that he was indifferent to human life, nor was it cruelty for cruelty’s sake. It was simply this: Kitty had made her own choice. She had knowingly stepped toward the edge, and no one had pushed her. In Matthew’s eyes, that crossed the line between misfortune and self-destruction.
Behind him, the Supreme Club moved with almost unsettling efficiency.
Security personnel appeared within seconds, smooth and practiced, guiding startled guests b
