Chapter 74 My Price Is Nothing

• Helena King stood before Mason, generations of breeding and brutality carved into every line of her face. The distant music from the ballroom filtered through the walls – a mocking reminder of the masks they both wore.
• "What do you hope to gain from all this?" Helena's voice carried winter and warning. "Money? Power? The King name?"
• Mason's laugh was pure South Side steel, sharp enough to cut. "Nothing."