Page 62 of A Vicious Love

Fuck.

There was.

I turned away, reached for the bottle, and drank straight from it.

“You’re here to threaten me,” I said.

“I am here to clarify consequences.”

“Same thing.”

“Sienna Bellemere is to be married into Crow blood.”

“She will be.”

“When?”

I said nothing.

The silence stretched. Damius looked almost bored.

“When?” he repeated.

“After I decide.”

“No.”

I turned my head slowly.

“You have confused delay with control. That ends now.”

I laughed without humor. “You going to drag her down an aisle yourself?”

“If required.”

My grip tightened around the bottle. The image came too fast. Sienna in a wedding dress. Damius’s hand on the terms.

No.

Not like that.

Damius watched my reaction with the patience of something ancient.

“Perhaps I was wrong choosing Harlan.”

I smiled coldly. “Perhaps you were.”

“Perhaps Sienna would appreciate Weston instead.” He tilted his head.

The bottle lowered.

Damius continued. “He has always enjoyed soft, pretty things. Less discipline than you, but a more polished smile.”

“Weston is a fucking parasite.”

“He is a Crow.”

I scoffed. “A crow that thinks with only his cock.”