Incoming Rules

MADELINE’S POV

Madeline's heart raced as she sat motionless in the car, staring out the window as it drove past buildings and trees.

Lord Darius sat beside her, and she couldn't bear looking at him, given how angry he had been since the day began.

He had asked her to follow him to his bed chambers after ripping out Lady Delilah's heart in front of everyone and asking his men to clean up the dead body.

He’d asked her some questions, and she’d diligently answered, albeit with fright.

Then a few hours later, he’d stormed into her room, demanding she follow him, and she did as she was told, mindlessly obeying him without saying anything.

Damn! That was all she had to say.

What kind of power did Brielle have over this man that he was willing to kill people without feeling even the slightest remorse?

He'd killed the men who had talked about Brielle back then at the auction house, and if Madeline counted correctly, there were more than 50 of them.

He'd slaughtered them in cold blood