Chapter 5

I looked at him. I didn't make a scene, and I didn't beg.

I just gripped the shard of porcelain from the pillow in my hand. Blood dripped from between my fingers.

Iwan's face darkened. "Phoebe, drop it!" he snapped.

I pressed the shard against my throat. "Try to touch me again, and I'll kill myself in front of you."

His face gradually turned pale.

I locked eyes with him and said quietly, "Make sure you look decent at the engagement party. Don't embarrass yourself."

On the night of the engagement party, the Black Crow Syndicate headquarters blazed with lights.