The summons came at 11 PM. My dungeon. Now. —G
Elsa stared at her phone, then at her friends — college girls, normal girls, drinking wine in her living room and gossiping about jobs and relationships that didn't involve remote controlled bullets and b**m contracts.
She had been trying to avoid Gideon after what he did to her at dinner with his family.
She typed back: Can't. Busy.
Then she turned off her phone. The knock came at 11:47. Elsa's friends froze. She crossed to the door, her heart pounding , and opened it.
Gideon stood in the hallway dressed in black, his expression carved from ice. Behind him, his driver waited at the elevator, discreet and silent.
"Say goodbye to your friends," Gideon said, his voice soft and deadly. "You're coming with me."
"Gideon, I said I was busy—"
