Chapter 23 Twenty Three

• I barely glanced at the note in my hand when Denise appeared before me and snapped the piece of paper out of my hand.
• “Give me that,” she snapped, her voice echoing in the grand room as she lunged toward me. Her perfectly manicured hand reached for the note, but Sorren stepped between us like a shield.
• “Back off, Denise,” he warned. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried the kind of threat that made everyone stop and listen.