CELESTINAAs Sevastian turned his back and returned to the couch, I noticed a glint of metal on the table before me, a knife seemingly within reach. My heart raced as I contemplated seizing it, a desperate bid for control in this perilous situation.Summoning my resolve, I inched my hand toward the blade, my fingers trembling as I reached it. Just as I was about to grasp it, a deafening gunshot shattered the tense silence.The bullet struck the knife, sending it clattering across the floor, well beyond my reach.Startled, I snapped my gaze to Sevastian.He was now seated on the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other.In one hand, he held a revolver, its barrel still smoking; in the other, a glass of whiskey.His cold, unyielding eyes bore into mine, a chilling reminder of the man I was dealing with."Interesting," he drawled, his voice laced with mockery."You hesitate to kill Donovan, yet you don't think twice about attempting to kill your own husband."His words dripped wit
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