Seraphina Quinn's pupils shrank in terror. "Cian, you bastard!"
Cian flicked on the lights.
A lavish chandelier flooded the room with light, illuminating the clear apprehension on Seraphina Quinn's face.
Cian watched her, raising the cigar between his fingers to his lips for a drag. Then, his gaze, dark and menacing, fell upon her.
"Do you have any idea how many innocent people have been dragged into this because of your disobedience, hmm?"
Seraphina Quinn's eyes widened, her voice tight with rage. "What do you mean?"
Cian picked up the TV remote and switched to the news channel.
The news was covering a series of car explosions on the cross-river bridge. The entire structure was in chaos.
There were injured drivers, elderly people grimacing in pain, screaming women, and children crying inconsolably.
When the footage froze on a blood-soaked woman clutching a young child, Seraphina Quinn completely shattered.
