“Thank you so much for bringing this.” Selena knew the voice all too well. Lexo. The bastard. “I’d never have been able to get this without you.”
“You can’t have it, I need it.” Selena tried to sound confident, but her voice trembled as she felt the cold steel press against the smooth skin of her throat.
“It seems I’m the one in control here, Samia, or should I say, Selena.” He pressed the sharp blade tighter against her. She coughed. His breath and clothes smelled of old pipe smoke.
“Please, don’t take it. I can pay you.”
“Ha ha ha,” Lexo chuckled. “You couldn’t pay a fraction of what I’m getting for this.” He snatched the tiara from her fingers.
Her eyes flooded with tears. All that work, all that planning. It had all been for nothing. And out of anyone she might suspect, this bastard of all people. The one who'd made her strip, the one who'd fucked her that first night all those weeks ago. Of all the Shadow Blades, she hated Lexo the most.
He grabbed her arm, yanking her towards the door. "Don't try to escape," he warned, "or I'll cut you right here."
Selena swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to find a way to get the tiara back.
As they walked through the dimly lit halls, Selena took note of their surroundings, looking for any opportunity to seize the moment. Her mind raced with ideas, but she couldn't afford to make a mistake.
