River carried Riley through the grand entryway of his sprawling mansion, her eyes widening as she took in the marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork lining the walls.
“Admiring the decor?” River asked, his deep voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
“It’s…quite the house,” she mumbled, avoiding his penetrating blue gaze. The intensity in his eyes unnerved her, hinting at a barely contained rage simmering beneath the surface. She had no doubt this man was capable of terrible things in his quest for vengeance.
But right now, it felt good being carried by him like a princess.
River’s lips twitched, but there was no humor in it. “Amazing what blood money can buy, isn’t it?” He walked toward a room.
Riley’s heart hammered in her chest as dark thoughts swirled in her mind. W
