Unfinished Salvation

Sloane choked on her ice water. A sudden fit of coughing rattled her chest, breaking the refined silence of the elite private club. She snatched a white linen napkin from her lap and pressed it tight against her lips. Killian’s macabre, deadpan declaration still hung in the air between them. The polished silver cutlery gleamed beneath the dim chandeliers, casting sharp reflections across the prist