The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy
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Killian moved so fast I didn't have time to gasp. One moment he was by the bar; the next, his hand was wrapped around my throat. It wasn't tight enough to choke, but it was enough to make the world shrink down to his face.
"You're a villain because you're a St. Claire," he murmured, his voice a low, terrifying rasp. "I’m just the one who gave you the costume."
He leaned in, his lips inches from mine. "You think that little whisper on the stage was a power move? Telling me you’d burn the building down? It was cute. But here, in the dark, there are no cameras. No father to watch. No Thatcher to impress. Just the owner and the property."