Darkoon
*The ballroom, midnight* Chandeliers bled light over marble floors. The mafia lord raised his glass, laughing with men who owed him everything. She moved through the crowd in black silk, a dagger cold against her thigh and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. He’d ruined her family. She’d promised herself she’d end him. But when he caught her wrist, pulled her close, and whispered “You look familiar,” her pulse betrayed her. Power suited him. Danger suited her. The gun was under the table. Her finger hovered. His thumb brushed her knuckles like he knew. Love and vengeance never played fair. One choice. One shot. One lord who wouldn’t see sunrise.
About Darkoon
*The ballroom, midnight* Chandeliers bled light over marble floors. The mafia lord raised his glass, laughing with men who owed him everything. She moved through the crowd in black silk, a dagger cold against her thigh and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. He’d ruined her family. She’d promised herself she’d end him. But when he caught h...Read more