I stood at the head of the mahogany table, my hands resting flat against the polished wood. My pulse was a steady, deafening drumbeat in my ears. I didn’t care about Marcus and Lorenzo’s shipping routes. I didn’t care about the East Side port authority. For the first time in years, the empire I had built felt entirely irrelevant. All because of the girl in the forest green gown. That girl. She had sat at my table, surrounded by the most dangerous men in the North, and she hadn’t flinched. She had worn my signature color, my armor, and had weaponized it, letting the gown drape over her curves like a challenge.Every time she looked at me over the rim of her champagne glass, it wasn’t with the submission of a ward. It was with the starving patience of a wolf waiting for the hunters to leave the woods. “ You’re playing a dangerous game, Elizabeth.” Silas’s voice cut through the silence. He was still sitting in his chair, his grey eyes fixed on the empty doorway where Tatiana had dis
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