Chapter 18

• The fury vibrating off him was new to me. Lyov was always sweet and gentle…with me, at least. But right now, the vicious aura coming off him was something entirely different. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. About him.
• I wasn’t foolish or as naïve as they thought. I knew Lyov was a dangerous man. He was there, at the Royalist. He bought me. He was just as bad as those men. Lyov was a wealthy man, and his money was most likely dirty.
• His life was a black hole. Dirty. Filthy. Rich. And deadly.