under his control
The door opened with a groan, and the shadows broke apart as he stepped inside.
Edward King.
I’d imagined this moment what he’d look like up close, whether his presence would carry the weight of the empire that had stolen so many lives. He was tall, elegant even in the cruel lines of his tailored suit. His hair was dark, flecked with gray, his eyes like shards of black glass. Empty yet calculating.
“Ava Carter,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue as though it were a private joke. “The woman who nearly dismantled my plans without even leaving her office.”