Chapter 101 The Con

• The mark was old money and too damn confident. A glass mansion built into the cliffside just outside the city, full of sleek concrete lines and mirrored walls—every angle meant to make men feel small and the owner feel god.
• Knox hated him on sight.
• Ellerei didn't blink once. She smiled the way she always did when she played sweet poison—her lips just glossed enough to catch the light, her dress a shade too tight, too short, and too red to say anything but look at me. And the mark? Carmine didn't stand a chance. No one ever did when she turned it on.