His Coma Bride, His True Escape

, and Sera was dabbing at it with a napkin, her brow furrowed with concern. Ethan was just a few feet away, ignored, a gho

over, drawn by the simmering tension. "Hey, Liam, who's your

h a dismissive wave. "Pay him no m

more pointed, more insulting. "Heard you got shown up at

w tight. He wouldn't give them

. She moved, not towards Ethan, but to Liam' s side. "L

d," one of the socialites sn

could react,

assive Cane Corso, the club owner's prized show dog, notorious for its aggression, had

ople scrambled,

bbed Liam, shoving him hard towards

ise and lights, fixated on the

ve, but he was too slow, his leg still aching. The Cane Cor

out, falling to the ground, the dog shaking its head, tearing

d a reinforced door. Now, she turned back. Her face was a mask of cold fu

wling, ripping. Ethan felt hi

him, the gun aimed not at the dog' s head, but towards its body, ensuring

ing. The dog yelped,

first, then dealing with the threat to Ethan almost as an afterthough