ARIA

The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off Zane’s exit, but her words hung in the stale air of the VIP lounge like toxic smoke.

“It gets buried.”

My blood turned to ice. I sat frozen on the leather sofa, my hand gripping the crystal water glass so hard I thought it might shatter in my palm. My heart was hammering a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs.

Zane wasn't just a jealous wife throwing a tantrum. She was a co-conspirator. She knew about fire that erased everything. She knew exactly what kind of monster Mark Miller was because she had helped him sharpen his claws.

I looked at Mark....