Kiss of Ruin
Beautiful, but one wrong touch and it could shatter.
I picked it up slowly, swirling the red liquid inside. It looked like blood under the light. Their gazes followed the movement, curious, skeptical.
Then I slammed it against the edge of the table.
The glass shattered in my hand, shards cutting into my palm. Blood dripped down onto the polished wood, mixing with the spilled wine.
A few men gasped. One cursed under his breath. Damian’s hand twitched as if to grab mine, but I lifted it higher, showing them.
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