The Declined Card: My Ex-husband is now My Guarddog
The metallic click of Yuri's pistol lowering was the only sound in the suffocating silence of the VIP lounge.
Yuri, the scarred head of the island's underground security, stepped back from Maeva. The cold, salt-stained ocean wind howled through the shattered glass window of the locked-down room, carrying the metallic smell of blood from Julian's heavy head wound. Yuri let out a low, mocking chuckle, his cold eyes darting from Maeva to Kasen, who stood rigid behind her.