She's Back, With The World In Her Grasp

remembered-usually soft, almost serene-now burned with a wild, unrestrained edge th

t across Davina and Lela

t want them," she said, her voice smooth but cutti

at them with a razor-sharp tw

eck as if it were nothing more than a scrap of paper. "I've actuall

ist, pulled on her helmet, and swung onto the motorcycle. The engine thund

hiking gear, peering through a high-end

ed smile crept

g out with a low chuckle. "That timid routine of hers

e racing team as everyone gushed abo

ike Moon, they said, fel

attention to the way Davina's expression kept

messaged me. That motorcycle she drove? It's the real deal-a racing model worth tens of m

ossip. "Davina, the team Mr. Morgan built f

she trembled, one hand pressed to her chest as her tear-rimme

red at the s

e folded Davina against him, murmuring rushed

othe her, his phone suddenly vibra

to be from his assis

r Group wants to take direct control. They just tripled their investment, but they're not satisfied with our current proposal. T

spared the war

r was nothing more than a jealous spe

always came back. He saw no reas

t and dialed Kaelyn

ns-an organization so powerful and opaque it could go toe-to-toe with

ion-plus windfall; it could secure a long, lucr

d with a flat, icy recording. "The number you're trying to reach is no

cut him off

chat app, only to discover her profile had vanishe

t sent heat crawl

ushed her fingers lightly along his sleeve and a

low reassurances before waving the team mana

is phone and rang Richard again, his voice sinking

.

b finally unlocked their most exclusive pri

ng tray of rare liquor and fresh fru

he figure hidden inside that r

fingers, letting the million-dollar wine

d indulgent, yet it stirred a h

gged a wry smile from her. She gave a small shake of

hazy and reckless under the influence of alcohol. Emboldened by the burn in her veins, she pus

gaze. A man lounged against the wall opposite her, pho

t the glow and threw back a sharp gl

sweep of collarbone and a firm line of chest, the faint ri

trousers, gave him a sleek, dangerous elegan

k on how a nightclub promoter was expected to dre