Architects of Ruin

Sylvie sat in the leather chair across from Evander's mahogany desk, her hands folded tightly in her lap to stop them from shaking. The morning sun streamed through the windows of his private study at home, but the light felt cold against her skin. Three days had passed since the auditors had cleared Damon of all charges, three days since her carefully planned revenge had crumbled into nothing.

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