GRACE’S POV
That bastard. I knew he was lying. Aria wasn’t dead. She couldn't be.
I stood in the middle of the reception area, having a very intense staring contest with Billionaire extraordinaire Damien Blackwell. His brother, Marcus, stood behind me, arms out to hold me back in case I launched myself at him.
I was every bit as tempted to fly at him as they thought. Damien’s face betrayed no emotion, yet his eyes carried a stillness to them - a warning that if pushed, he would unleash the darkness growing in the dilation of his pupils.
I took a step back. My heart went through the roof - a blend of anger and fear so intense I didn’t know where one started and the other finished.
I stood perfectly still. The entire lobby held its breath as they waited for either of us to break the sil
