Chapter 10

Darius’s hand gripped the doorframe tightly as he stood frozen, his eyes pleading with me. I could see the desperation in his gaze, the way his pride had shattered into pieces before me. It was a sight I never thought I would witness. I remembered a time when Darius would never have stooped this low. Once, at an event, I had gone so far as to drink myself to the point of a gastric bleed, all just to secure an introduction for him to a famous director. I had arranged everything—he...