The sultry, teasing laughter brushed against Cassandra’s ears like a feather, making her cheeks flush and a wave of heat rise along her neck.
She hesitated for a second, then asked softly, “Mr. Blackwood, do you think I went too far?”
“I don't really know what your version of ‘too far’ looks like,” Damien replied, voice smooth but laced with an edge. “But in my world? This barely counts as child's play.”
His words were sharp, but calm, laced with something deeper. “Big families like the Taylors? They’re basically ancient wars in modern packaging. Was the side that started the war ever really ‘too much’? Not necessarily. It's all survival of the fittest. If you’re not strong enough, you get swept off the board. Right and wrong don’t really matter in power games—winners make the r
