“The Miami portfolio was a front for a trafficking ring,” Lex replied, his voice a low rumble. “You knew that. You funded it.”
He looked down at her. For a moment, the air thickened. It wasn't desire. It was recognition. Two apex predators, finally circling the same carcass.
“Clipped my wings,” she whispered to the empty room. “Darling. I was never the angel. I was the fall.”
