Dorian hit the floor hard, fury sparking like a struck match. In one swift motion, he sprang up, jabbing a finger at Marek as a torrent of curses spilled from his lips.

"Marek, don't even think about skipping out on that payment! If that million doesn't hit my account, I swear I'll march straight to Vivienne and unload every dirty little detail about your schemes!"

"Try me," Marek growled, his hand tightening around Dorian's collar.

Dorian's eyes gleamed with defiance. "Oh, ...