eeped through his tailored pants, staining the white marble beneath him. Th

ovan spo

" Donovan stated, his tone flat and abs

s words made the temperature

led life suddenly staring at the very real possibility of mutilation. He scrambled backward on his hands

el skirt ripping at the seam, her carefully styled hair coming undone. She reach

tead! He's just a boy! He

, who was still on his knees, his forehead pressed against the cold

e cracking with desperation. "Shut your mouth! Shut it

ife of luxury and status-with naked terror. He wasn't looking at her. He wasn't looking at Do

oing nothing

fe-Dock, who had broken her legs with a golf club; Elvie, who had watched and done noth

ted them to know. She wanted them to understand, even if only f

epped

nched the fabric of Donovan's custom-tailored suit j

om seemed to

rds at the door stiffened. Even Warren lifted

his head. His dark, dangerous eyes droppe

up. Her clear, freezi

Her voice was calm, quie

iness rivals, not his family, not even Preston-had ever tol

tle of wills conducted entirely in silence, and Celi

kle vibrated in

Donovan murmured, his voice low enough that o

gic suggestion. You've already won. Taking his hand turns you into the villain. Leav

passed through them. Then he smiled-a real sm

ce so the entire

his voice dripping with absolut

t sounded like a death rattle. Elvie collap

an wasn't

nting a finger at the stairs. "He apologizes

neel to the girl he had tried to blind. In his own hom

his pride and joy-and dragged him down the steps like a sack of garbage.

ase! She's nobo

cheek with a crack that echoed off the marble. Dock's head snapp

shaking with rage and fear. "You will apologi

ad never raised a hand to him in his lif

the knees. Dock crashed to the marble f

blood smeared across his face. Hi

oked out. "I'm sorry, I'm s

golf club in her past life, laughing as she screamed. Now he was a blubbe

onds. Twenty. Thirty. Each one a ham

ght her face level with his. Her voi

out throwing something at someone weaker than you-reme

vie. Looked at Karrie, who was pressed again

e done here,"

predatory satisfaction. He reached over and pr

t insurance. If anyone in this house forgets what ha

a dark thrill run down her spine. In this house of enemies, belongi

Maybach's engine roared to lif

lay in ruins on

k and walked toward her roo