Ethan sank into his leather chair, the city skyline blurring as his mind drifted back to that cursed gala, he groaned as he recalled the way the crystal chandelier had cast shadows across Ava's face as she'd smiled at Dean Winters,he recognized that look, it was that same manipulative expression she'd once used on his grandfather.

'Typical.'He smirked as his fist clenched on the mahogany desk. 

'Turns out she found herself a new target to sink her claws into.'

She'd turned ...