Chapter 88 Karma's Second Helping

• Ethan's thousand-dollar shoes squeaked against marble as he complied, each step a death march in designer leather. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the ballroom's perfect climate control, gleaming like tiny betrayals.
• "Some of ya might remember our earlier... discussion." Mason's smile showed too many teeth. "About worth and worthlessness."
• Charlotte, still hunting for Adrian's ghost in the crowd, caught that edge in her brother's voice. It was their father's blade wrapped in velvet – the kind that cut you before you even knew you were bleeding.