The Mistress
But beneath the sofa cushions, the tiny green light of the recording device was blinking.
Record it all, Dan, I thought, my gaze steady, my Blood Red lips forming a silent, lethal line. Tell him I’m the dragon. Tell him I’m the sickness. Because tomorrow night, at the Blackwood Banquet, the world is going to hear exactly what kind of ‘knight’ you really are.
The Ethan Gambit had begun. Daniel thought my son was his ultimate leverage. He didn’t realize that a mother with nothing to lose is the most dangerous player at the table.