Philli

tic calls for security. The air, once filled with polite ch

is goin

r Phillips? The one Fitzgeral

' s completel

ures circling a kill. They were right. I

t her a video...

That' s m

u. Still, to come back like t

ncing in pain. A slow, strange smile was spreading across his face. It was the smile of a predator who ha

his side, ignoring her own injury. "Fitz,

e you? After everything the Kirks did for you, you ungrateful orp

my knees? Is that what he' s teaching you

dark, possessive gaze. "He' s certainly trained you we

e gesture was so familiar it made my stomach churn. He always did

angerously low. "You were cast out. You have no right to

ry right,"

berate jab. I knew he didn't love her. Fitzgerald was incapable of love. He was only capable of obsession and possession. "How did a

tic disdain. The same look he' d given me the day he' d

did to Cassondra' s face," he h

ds, a burly man I didn' t recognize, approached me cautiously. Fitzgerald then did something that made my blood run cold.

smile widening into a terrifying grin. "Let' s

suddenly silent ballroom. "You think you can break me, Fitz? Y

o my determined ones. I didn' t wait for him. I snatched the

tip of the kni

a rage that had been simmering for five years. "You thin

t it, do you? I didn' t come back to play. I cam

strial sound of the bolt gun. The image of me, on my knees in the mud, begging Fitzgerald to spare

us hiss. "I swear on Comet' s grave, one day, you will kneel before me and b

aced by a thunderous scowl. He knew

o Cassondra, who was cowering behind h

ity finally surrounded me. But they were too late