Vnox sat behind his huge mahogany desk, keeping his fingers right under his chin.

His face was still sore from Seraphina’s slap, reminding him of just how badly everything had gone.

The moment she had locked herself away from him, refusing his calls, a deep gnawing sort of pain and frustration chewed in his chest.

Seraphina was hurt, furious and quite definitely, rightly so.

But what made it worse was that the situation was going out of his control.

That woman, Alessandra had thrown a ...