Tempting The Flames
peered out the gallery window, the beautiful
ly's legacy, was on the ve
n notice loomed large, a constant reminde
s a lifeline, but it wou
ind a new loca
tions are stacked up on my desk, eac
" Amelia's concerned voice
ered assistant, who was wrestling with a
e gallery's spirit, a dedicated advocate
urmured. turning to meet her
eyes reflected a lifetime spent
sighed, her attention drawn to a bri
tory to simply... disappear." An
into oblivion, its walls stripped of the li
a name that shot tremors down my spine. "Alessandro Volkov," I
idened. "The billionaire with a rep
gering on my tongue. "He is
s with an iron hand and a smile that chills you to the
Alessandro at a
it, his steely blue eyes searching
nt dance of water lilies, and would not stop until i
se of my teenage innocence and
was a brief flash of surprise on his face,
his voice a low whispe
iss Evans," he muttered,
regret." His statements we
t to be a front for Volkov's massive empire, began
y decreased, and potential contribut
ure planned by a man who ne
ut of this gallery before
But, with each fleeting skepticism
fering? The concept was daring, and insane. But th
ad, including a high-stakes gamble w
ice hard with determina
ept, but perhaps just
ing my strategy, my voice becoming
less intimidating now, replaced by
melia," I finished, with a twin
winner gets... Any
long time until a gentle s
, her voice full of d
s or nuts. Let us hop
he phone and dialed a number
ed voice responded
ce remarkably calm, "I believe
arried the weight of a thou
hich jolted me to reality about t
," he finally said," My
remembering he could be the gallery's saviour b
ition Miss Evans", he sa
anything I want?
ing me the impression that
d passion for... games, Miss
the rules of this..
my voice steady. We st
mitted, "yet with cons
am very competitive and don't play easy. I always
ntionally set myself up
orm of excitement in me which
ts were rummagin
Evans Gallery on a bet with Ales
my fate be if I
old the win
away with their