ace. He wore a long black cashmere coat, his hands buried deep

re was a dangerous spark of genuine admiration in his d

She let her hands drop to her si

ked down at Acey, who was still writhi

oporosis hitting you early, Acey

wave of humiliated rage. He tried to push himself up, but his arm

to Elizabeth. Without asking, he rea

er hand up, his eyes dropping to the blood soaking through t

rian's voice was a

ck, breaking his grip. "A ra

s head slowly, looking back down at Acey. T

ed with pure malice. "I enjoyed the show tonight. But if you ever come n

is chest, and threw himself into the driver's seat of the Ferrari. The eng

ghts disappear. She turned t

sive frame blocking the neon lig

didn't expect you to flip a man Acey's si

ing his gaze. "Are you worried I'l

He leaned in, his face inches from hers. The smell

y," he whispered, his voice dropping

e didn't back down. "I hope you ha

ly. The teasing vanished, repl

of his coat, pulling the mask of the u

is tone entirely business, "we need to make it ironclad. Mee