Old Master Blake felt the room spinning around him as Zavian Blackthorn's towering, menacing presence invaded the sanctity of the Blake family manor.
The notorious, handsome man moved with grace, his aura of danger and brutality radiating outward in suffocating waves.
Zavian's cold, pitiless gaze swept over the scene of utter c*****e surrounding him - the bodies of the fallen Blake security troops lay in fast-growing puddles of blood, while the broken remnants of precious relics and antiques were strewn about like discarded waste.
His lips quirked upwards in a disdainful smirk as though he found perverse amusement in the devastation he had unleashed.
Sam, Ryan's hotheaded father, had been frozen in stunned disbelief by the turn of events.
He could only gape in shock as Zavian's dis
