Chapter 74 Firelines

• The walls of the villa were no longer just marble and stone. They were soaked in screams, trembling under the weight of violence. Amara’s heels clicked once across the polished floor before she ripped them off, sliding a blade from beneath the strap.
• Lucien was already drawing his gun.
• Guests ran in every direction, chaos splitting the air. Blood spattered against glass. Men she recognized—men who ruled cities—were crawling behind overturned tables, their bravado torn away in a breath.