"Then welcome to my world," Harlow said, her voice steady. Her green eyes blazed with uncontained fury as she spat the words she'd longed to say. "Because not only have I fallen out of love with you, I hate you. I hate you so much that if I had a gun, I could shoot you."
Alanis's smile widened, slow and deliberate, a devil's grin that only deepened the rage simmering inside her. Without a word, he leaned back in his chair, his movements calm and measured, and then, to everyone's shock, he reached into his coat. A metallic clink shattered the tense silence as he tossed a gun onto the golden table.
"Huh!" Ava who was standing near the table, gasped sharply, her hands flying to her mouth. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and a cold sweat began to form on her brow. Panic gripped her as her wide eyes darted between her mistress and her master. This was spiraling into chaos, a danger far beyond anything she could handle.
