Chapter 73 The Reckoning Begins

• The mansion smelled of smoke and betrayal.
• Blood stained the marble floors, slick under Raven’s boots as she stepped over a body of one of Jaxon’s men, throat slit, eyes still open in shock. The night’s violence wasn’t over, but the silence pressing in on the estate was worse than gunfire.
• Jaxon stood in the center of it, shirt torn, knuckles raw, a king on the edge of losing his crown. His men surrounded him, half of them loyal, half of them seething, every gaze snapping like blades in the dim light.