Chapter 60

The word hung there like a trap, dipped in poison.

Heir?

A flicker of amusement passed through Stefan’s eyes, but it was gone before it could settle.

Of course. Jeremiah still believed everything had a price, that people were pieces he could move around a board. And he'd made a mistake to think he was just another pawn waiting for the right offer.

This man right here, still hasn't realize that he Stefan, was no longer someone who could be manipulated or dismissed. Not anymore.

He turned, slowly, with cold precision in every movement. When he faced him again, the room shifted with unspoken tension.

“Say that again,”...