Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

hind them, cutting off t

n low, chilling the sweat on Ivy's skin. The room smelled of ced

ls. The little girl was still clutching her hand like

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acier-deep, cold, and u

look

harp, aristocratic features and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He wore a black suit that

O of the Randall Group.

sequined dress. She looked startled,

demanded, looking Ivy up and down

date. His gaze was fixed on

by a fraction of a degree, but it

ntly. She buried her face in the silk of

tears seeping through t

gh Ivy. She didn't know this child, but she knew that fear.

ed her hand on Ara's head,

er chin to meet Auguste's gaze.

daughter's head. He seemed surprised that Ara wasn't r

, melting into t

a half-step forward. Auguste lifted a single, commanding finger, halting the bodyguard in his tracks. His gaze re

ee," he said smoothly, "my domestic situation is

cking me out? Because the n

ny," Auguste said.

bbed her clutch, and stormed out, slamming t

scended on

g over the table. He walked toward the

" he asked, stopp

hammering against her ribs. "I told you.

n back at Ivy. His gaze wa

his voice dropping lower. "