I kept my hand in my pocket, fingers wrapped around the dagger's hilt. The metal felt unusually cold against my palm.
Fiona's lips trembled—not from sadness, but rage. "You're making a mistake."
"No," I said. "I'm correcting one."
I could do it now. One quick motion.
But not here. Not with witnesses.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her across the lobby to an empty conference room. Before we got to the door, she yanked free. Stumbled back.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To have a chat."
She spun on her heel and ran, heels clattering as she fled.
I had no idea where she was going, but I knew she'd turn up again. She couldn't resist the game. Seduce me. Hurt Vanessa. Rinse and repeat.
"Let's get Vanessa and meet the clerk. I'll feel better once Vanessa and I get our marriage license."
Malone followed me as we headed toward the private elevator to my suite. His phone buzzed. He frowned at the screen. "Boss."
I didn't like his tone. "What?"
"Fiona just entered the penthouse."
