Chapter 45 This Is Just The Beginning

• The limousine cut through the dark like a blade, its tinted windows shielding Damien and Ivy from the outside world, but nothing could shield them from what had just happened.
• The gala was in ruins. Blood stained marble, and reputations were left gasping like dying fish in its aftermath. The underworld would not forget what happened tonight—not the betrayal, not the audacity, and certainly not the woman who'd held her ground beside the infamous Damien Blackwood.
• Ivy sat across from him in silence, her gown torn at the hem, a smudge of dried blood streaked across her collarbone. The adrenaline had dulled, but the fire still burned in her gut. She should have been shaken. She should have crumbled. But instead, she looked at Damien with eyes that dared him to speak first.