Obsidian Heart

ouse via a private elevator that bypassed every floor, signaling her entry into a world reserved for untouchable power. The doors slid open

ehow amplified his lethal elegance rather than softening it. The room was breathtaking in its austerity-minimalist art, black marble, and floor-to-

ice holding a note of quiet victory. He

seeming small and defiant against the vast, expensive empti

tic, and turned my gallery opening into a territorial display. I'm here because I want you to look me

. I'll tell you now. I was having dinner. You were an opportunity. I knew you were coming back. I k

o contr

, startling her with his fra

the loss of a pretty summer girl? I spent ten years building a wall high enough that no one could ev

walked away from a family feud that should have killed you. When you left, my father put a temporary protection on you-a hands-off order for every famil

g information. "You're telling me my life ha

iced the Art Observer article. They noticed you checked into a hotel suite they think is to

ept, but a very real shield. She remembered the two hulking men at the ga

the city, 'This is mine. Touch it, and I kill you

ly warm with leather and books. He poured two fingers of amber

hold you in a gilded cage here. This is my prison. I

. Four-story brownstone. Quiet. Has a sprawling, light-filled studio on the top floor-exactly the kind of

the true nature of his proposa

o dinners, no answers, no intimacy. You are free to hate me, free to create your art, free to live. But you are safe

e. A loan, secured by my interest in your well-being. If you leave New York, it reverts to a char

s, the killer. But beneath it, she saw a flicker of the lonely boy who had warned her to run a d

g now would be a death sentence, or worse, a direct attack vector against him. She could fight him,

semblance of independence while offering the secu

y untouched. She picked up the keys.

this be clear, Rocco. I am not yours. This is not a relationship. This is a transaction of survival. You get to monit

It was the smile of a hunter who has finally secured

id softly. "You won't feel it until I