Meeting his gaze, a lifetime of hatred surged through me like wildfire.
My fingers twitched with barely restrained fury.
In the end, I smashed the gun's stock against his face, sending him reeling.
"Killing you would just wreck my fresh start. I wouldn't dirty my hands with your blood."
I turned on my heel and strode away, the floor-to-ceiling window reflecting Damian's kneeling form behind me.
Frozen like a corpse carved from stone.
That same night, Arthur came barreling in like a bat out of hell.
No time for greetings. His face went sheet-white as he gasped, "Raven! It's Damian—he's in deep s**t!"
We raced to the auction house together.
The air reeked of sweat and iron, thick enough to choke on.
Below us, the crowd was placing bets on the ultimate gamble, whether Damian would l
