The Heart That Wouldn’t Surrender
This is warfare, and somehow I’ve become a casualty in a battle I don’t understand.
My phone vibrates again. Another message from that unknown number.
Such a sweet little bird. It would be a shame if she got her wings clipped. Tell Aurelius he has forty-eight hours to reconsider the Henderson deal, or his charity case becomes front-page news. —S
The words blur as I read them aloud, my voice cracking on charity case. Because that’s what this boils down to, isn’t it? I’m the weakness Scarlett found, the soft spot she can press to make a trillionaire bend.