Chapter 83

• Both Michael and Mrs. Creighton spun around, startled by the sudden interruption, and there in the doorway stood none other than the devil himself...Dane Creighton in the flesh. He'd somehow managed to enter his own home without triggering any alarms or alerting his security team, suggesting he had used some kind of secret entrance that only he knew about.
• The atmosphere in the room immediately became electric with dangerous tension as their eyes locked across the space between them. Each man had his weapon drawn and pointed directly at the other in a classic standoff that could turn deadly in the space of a heartbeat.
• Dane's expensive suit was perfectly pressed despite the chaos outside, and his dark hair was styled with meticulous care. But his eyes held a coldness that seemed to freeze the very air around him, and his smile was the kind that promised violence and suffering to anyone who crossed him.