Chapter 62 Nolan's Dragon Sketch

• Izzy chuckled dryly, her laughter cracked open, scraped against bone.
• She leaned against her desk, arms folded, watching Geneva Vassaire settle into her office chair like she owned the damn planet. Fur coat draped over one arm, her perfume stung of jasmine.
• “You’re consistent,” Izzy muttered. “Always know how to turn a tragedy into a theatre. So tell me, Geneva. What's your interest? If you want to blackmail me and ruin my life, there's nothing stopping you. You should have, but you didn't.”