Dorian set down his phone with deliberate care, the ice in his glass clinking softly. His grey eyes, which had looked soft and kind, now gave off dark, menacing vibes.“Well,” he said, turning to face me. “The negotiation with your Calder didn’t work out the way I’d hoped.”My body temperature dropped. “What do you mean?”“He doesn’t care if you live or die.” Dorian’s smile was almost apologetic. “Which means I have no use for you anymore.”The words hit me like a physical blow. Calder didn’t care.Of course he didn’t. Why would he? I was just the annoying neighbor, the woman who’d gotten herself mixed up in this mess.“It’s a shame, really,” Dorian continued, reaching behind his back. When his hand came forward, he was holding a gun. “You seem like a nice girl.”“Wait,” the word burst out of me.He paused, the gun hanging loosely at his side. “Yes?”My mind raced. That bastard, Calder. The one time I need his help the most and he treats me like this. Tears burned in my eyes, half fea
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