SLYVIE'S POV The moonlight cast a light across the floor, but the rest of the room was drowned in shadows. I hadn't moved from the bed since Vivian left. I remained a mess of tangled sheets and bruised pride, my skin still crawling with the ghost of the word 'acquisition.' I was staring at the door, waiting for it to become a monster, when the handle finally turned.There was no warning, just the soft, expensive click of a well-oiled mechanism.Kael didn't step into the room so much as he invaded it. He stood at the threshold and had a cold, intimidating presence that made you feel like he was about to explode. He stood in the dark, ignoring the light switch. You could hear his deep, steady breathing, each breath slow and heavy, like he was counting down the seconds until he finally lost it."You didn't come down for dinner, Sylvie."He didn't raise his voice, but the low mumble of it seemed to vibrate right through the floor. He hung back by the door, just standing there, making the who
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