His velvet obsession
Instead, he pulled me closer, his chest a solid wall of warmth that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary.
"The contract is trash," Xavier said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. "The debt passed to me when I took over the empire tonight. And I don’t settle debts with people. I settle them with fire."
Viktor laughed, a dry, hacking sound. "You think you can keep her? You’re just like the old man, boy. You just want a prettier cage for the prize."
Xavier didn’t flinch. He reached up with his free hand, his fingers brushing the gold necklace he’d forced around my neck earlier. Eres Mío. The words burned against my skin.