LOGINThe heavy light-blocking curtains in the study swallowed the morning sun.Avery jerked into full consciousness with a maddening sense of stiffness. Her back was pressed against a chest—searingly hot and solid—while her senses were filled with the scent of cold pine and the stale, lingering tobacco of a hangover.She hadn't gone back to her room. She hadn't even managed to leave this armchair.At the climax of last night’s confrontation, she simply couldn’t bring herself to slam the door on a man who was curled in the shadows, nearly collapsing under the weight of his own agony.Insanity.Avery stared into the void, a flicker of self-annoyance sparking in her eyes.He had humiliated her at the auction, used his power to buy out her right to the truth, and was likely hiding a blood debt deeper than she could imagine.Yet, as soon as she remembered him clutching his temples, rasping “I couldn’t save them,” or recalled the fact that he was the one who pulled Julian from the furnace seven
"Twenty million! From Mr. Devereux in the second-floor box!"The auctioneer's voice cracked, fueled by pure, unadulterated adrenaline. He flourished his gavel, eyes darting across the room like a bookie whipping a coliseum crowd into a frenzy."Twenty million once! Do I hear any more? This is a landmark in Obsidian City's medical research history—the final legacy of the Claire Laboratory...""Thirty million."Dominic spoke. He raised his paddle slightly, his jaw set in a hard line. His voice wasn't loud, yet it hit the room like a boulder dropped into a still pond, triggering a wave of hushed gasps.His right hand remained clamped around Dr. Claire's fingers. His signet ring felt like a brand of ice—so cold it burned—threatening to embed itself into her flesh."Thirty-five million!"Behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the private box, Victor lazily raised his paddle again. He was half-shrouded in shadow, swirling a glass of red wine, his posture as casual as a man poking a trapped
The Obsidian City Annual Charity Gala was a masterpiece of organized hypocrisy.It was the ultimate battlefield disguised as a playground for the elite. A shimmering facade where power was flaunted like a weapon and reputations were traded or destroyed over glasses of vintage champagne.To the outside world, it was a night of philanthropy. To those within, it was a shark tank.The moment Dr. Claire stepped onto the crimson carpet beside Dominic, the atmosphere shifted.The air, already thick with the scent of expensive perfume and rain, seemed to crackle.A barrage of camera flashes erupted. A thousand tiny silver arrows of light threatened to strip her bare before the world.Avery felt a surge of instinctive panic. She moved to raise a hand to shield her eyes.But a heavy, searingly warm palm flattened against the small of her back before she could flinch.Dominic.Standing tall in a flawlessly tailored black tuxedo, he looked less like a donor and more like a god of cold marble and
When Avery opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Dominic's Adam's apple, inches from her face.The taut line of his throat shifted slightly with each steady breath. She realized, with a jolt of panic, that at some point she had wrapped her arms around him, her fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt. Beneath the thin layers of their clothes, the heat of their skin felt heavy, almost viscous, tangling them together.The sheer intimacy of it made her brain short-circuit. She instinctively recoiled."Awake?"His voice was a sandpaper rasp. Dominic didn't open his eyes; instead, he tightened his hold, his strength sheer and arrogant as he crushed her back against him, erasing the inch of space she had just fought to gain.Avery collided with his rock-hard chest, her senses flooded by his scent—bitter pine and burnt shadows."Dominic, let go," she hissed, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it would shatter her ribs.Only then did Dominic open his eyes. They were shot t
Avery pushed open the back door, trying to get some fresh air to suppress the overwhelming nausea that had been crashing through her skull all night.By the back door on the first floor, Drake was leaning against the wall, smoking. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet. As Avery walked past, he spoke."The North End warehouse. Boss signed it over last night."Avery stopped in her tracks and looked at him, stunned."That was the only deep-water port in Obsidian City. He almost got stabbed to death at the docks last year trying to hold onto that place. Every faction in the city wanted a piece of it. And he just handed it over.""Why?""To protect you!" Drake threw his half-finished cigarette to the ground."Victor wanted your blood sample. That was his leverage. Dr.Clair, Boss was cutting off his own limb. You should take a good look."He shoved a folder against Avery's chest.Avery walked into the kitchen gripping the folder. And stopped dead.Dominic was standing at the stov
Avery was woken by Dorothea's small hand patting her face."Mommy, the sun's already up. Way up."She snapped her eyes open and glanced at the clock.11:40.She had slept for nearly twelve hours.Dorothea was already dressed, her rabbit tucked under one arm and an unwrapped strawberry candy clutched in her fist."Mrs. Cooper said if you don't get up soon, I'm going to eat all the cake myself."Avery touched her daughter's hair. Her throat was so dry she could barely push the words out. "...I'm up."She washed up as fast as she could. She put on a turtleneck, the collar snug against her throat, hiding the red marks left from yesterday's struggle in the ruins.The moment she sat down at the table, Mrs. Cooper told her that Dominic had locked himself in the study since early morning. No one was allowed in except Drake. Aside from the occasional sound, it was so quiet it made her chest tight."Mommy, that uncle is broken today."Dorothea was crouched on her chair, twisting one of her rabb







