Lila paced the hotel suite like a predator in a gilded cage. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying every bitter word Victor had spat at her earlier that day.
She stopped by the window, swirling the whiskey in her glass. The burn in her throat matched the rage in her chest. For the first time in weeks, she felt truly in control. Damien and Elena were slowly recovering. She had seen the signs. They were vulnerable now. And she would strike when it would hurt the most.
A sharp knock sounded at the door.
Lila opened it to see Marcus, letting him step inside. He looked at her with that familiar dark hunger, already shrugging off his jacket. “You called. What’s the emergency this time?”
Lila locked the door behind him and poured him a drink. “Sit down. We have a lot to talk about before we get
