DRACO'S POVThe scent of burnt sugar, scorched designer fabric, and sulfur filled the suffocating air of the dining hall. The woman... some pathetic little plaything I’d picked up in club whose name I had already forgotten... was thrashing on the floor, screeching like a stuck pig as she clawed at her blistering skin.Across the elongated marble table, my brothers reacted in their own distinct ways. Daemon didn't even blink, his pen still scratching monotonously against a shipping manifest, utterly indifferent to human suffering unless it disrupted his ledgers.Draven was throwing his head back in a loud, obnoxious bark of laughter, loving every single second of the chaos.Diavolo merely took a slow, deliberate sip of his scotch, his dark eyes glittering with a dangerous, amused fascination as he looked from the weeping blonde to the woman standing rigidly in my grip.And Selena.Fuck, Selena.Her chest was heaving, matching the frantic, violent cadence of my own. The raw, bruising re
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