BLOODLINE SWAP
“Put her down. I’ll call my driver.”
“Your driver?” Marcus scoffed. “I’ve got her.”
“You’re bleeding,” Damian said.
“So are a lot of people today,” Marcus replied.
Zara squeezed her eyes shut. Just stop. Both of you. Please.
Then the intercom crackled to life.
Static. Then a wet, old laugh.
“Mr. Cole,” Chief Obasi’s voice filled the room. “Congratulations. You survived.”
Damian went completely still.
“Pity about the heir though,” Obasi continued. “Family business and all that. We really should run a DNA test. Just to be sure who the real Cole is.”