Chapter 57: Messing with Fire

ANNABEL

Janet was sitting there, a few seats ahead of me and she was staring at me, precisely at my hands which were locked with Damon's. Her gaze felt like ice, cold and calculating.

"Fifty-five million dollars."

She said again, her eyes still focused on our hands before they looked up to stare at me and she gave me this dangerous stare which turned to a sinister smile, then she turned to look at the host with practiced elegance.

"Cupcake, are you ...