Daniel’s POV
Lila’s words from earlier, her challenge to show Serena I saw her as more than a dancer, burned in my mind.
I’d come here to see her, to apologize, to prove I wasn’t the arrogant bastard who’d offered to make her my mistress.
I sipped the whiskey, as it burned down my throat, then the door opened and she stepped in.
Serena stood framed in the doorway, her black lace bodysuit clinging to her curves, her green eyes sharp and guarded.
Her hair cascaded in dark waves, catching the dim light, and then I saw the bruise on her arm - vivid purple against her pale skin sent a jolt of fury through me.
Victor Crane.
I’d read enough in Henryson’s file to know his threats were real, and that bruise was his mark. My grip tightened on the glass, but I kept my face straight, nodding
