Regina woke with a violent gasp...like someone drowning and breaking the surface too late. Cold air slapped her skin. Her vision spun. The last thing she remembered was running… branches slicing her face… men chasing her… and a wheelchair in the dark.
Now...
A blade kissed her throat.
Her breath hitched. A tremor shook her entire body as her eyes slowly followed the sharp edge up… up… to the hand gripping it.
Cold. Steady. Deadly.
And then she saw him.
Daniel Warren.
The crippled devil of the infamous Warren dynasty. The man whispered about in business circles like a bedtime horror story. A phantom with power but no mercy. The man whose very surname could make grown men s**t their pants.
And that man… had her neck under a knife.
“Finally awake,” Daniel muttered, voice deep, rough,
