"Such devotion. Truly moving." Grayson's cold laughter was thick with contempt. "You'd rip your own heart out for Selene Blanc, but I doubt she'd spare a second glance at a businessman with blood on his hands. Why don't you just go home to your precious Lois? She thinks you're her salvation. She has no idea that you're the worst thing that ever happened to her."
The sound of a glass exploding against the wall was deafening, and it hammered straight into my heart.
I fought to control the violent trembling in my body and half-stumbled toward the rooftop bar. I grabbed a bottle of liquor, tilted my head back, and poured it down my throat. The burn seared through me, and tears streamed down my face as I choked. I never drank. Not a drop, not ever. But in that moment, all I wanted was to drown myself in alcohol until those words stopped echoing in my skull.
So the person who leaked my mother's patents was never Grayson.
It was Samuel. The man who had sworn to avenge my mother. The man who had promised to protect me for the rest of my life.