DANGEROUS DEVOTION

into the shadows as I waited, shivering in the dimly lit room of the abandoned warehouse. I knew what was coming had known it for weeks: the whispers, the

k suits walked in, their eyes hard and cold. They barely acknowledged

Storm

nds and ice in his veins. He was the man who ruled the underground, feared and revered by anyone with sense

s flicked to me, assessing me as if weighing something. I felt exposed, vulnerable, under his scruti

and smooth, but with an

im nodded. "Yes, Mr. St

possession to be bought and sold. The men murmured around him, discussing terms and details, and I felt my heart sink

unyielding. "She'll work," he said simpl

ng led out of the warehouse, a new maid in the Stormborn mansion. I had no idea what awaited me there-whether i