“I know she works at Club Scarlet Heart. She's your employee...”
After a brief moment of silence, Lucian’s mind started to piece things together. Could I have offended Ainsley’s employee? He wondered. Given Ainsley’s domineering nature, he could see how any action could lead to conflict.
Lucian hesitated, then spoke, his voice uncertain, "So... she's okay, right? She's not dead?" Lucian's voice faltered as he spoke. It wasn't so much a question as an attempt to convince himself.
Mavis, struggling for control, could barely keep her body upright. Every fibber of her being ached as she knelt on the cold ground. She was drained, emotionally and physically, she couldn't even find the strength to lift her head. All she could hear were the harsh, chaotic sounds of her breath, her own desperati
