e gasped for the cold air of the hallway. Behind her, a deep, angry roar

arrying a clipboard. She stopped and saw El

thing alright?"

ural smile. "I feel uncomfo

pen and slammed against the wall. Cyrus strode out, his face filled wit

towards the massive front door. She rea

steps. He slammed his flat palm against the

his voice almost hitting her ear. "You just picked some random guy to marry, a

the door. Every word he spoke fe

tinued, her voice filled with aristocratic disgust. "You think you ca

. The last glimmer of hope she had bu

unusually clear, devoid of any warmth.

m. "I don't want your ring. I want a man who respects me, not a tyrant

enuinely shocked by the coldness in her to

s voice dropping to a deadly low, "I'll make sure

He yanked her close, his dark eyes burning with a terrifying possessiveness. "You think this is over? Y

Cyrus. You paid for my time, and I gave you what you w

bullet. He jerked back, his grip on her arm

, his breathing quickening, but he didn't point to the door and tell he

door, her back ramrod straight, and walk

s slowly closed, a hot tear slid from her eye and r

the door closing echoed in his mind. He turned around and kick

s. The ear-piercing sound of shattering ma

himself a large glass of scotch, and downed it in one gulp, his throat b

out of his pocket

eck on a man named Jan Molina. Dig up everything about his family, h

vast city below through the floor-to-ce

n at her small desk, opened her laptop, and began attaching her resume to do