The Scars I Walked Through Fire For
“Remove it,” I commanded softly.
He hesitated, his eyes blazing with fury.
I didn’t blink.
For the very first time in his entire life, Arthur Harrington looked at me and realized he had absolutely no leverage.
He slowly released his grip, his hand falling to his side.
Behind him, the heavy mahogany double doors at the back of the ballroom pushed open.