Chapter 48

“You have five seconds to fucking leave, Sybil,” Vance says, “Or I’m going to gut you alive.”

The way Vance said it terrifies me.

The two most dangerous men I’ve ever known—my husband, and my rival—standing a few feet apart, tension so thick I can almost taste it. My knees feel like jelly. My pulse is deafening in my ears.

“Vance,” I whisper again, desperation coating each syllable. “Please… don’t