Chapter 33

Sylvia's POV Zane's grip was bruising, his fingers digging into my flesh with all the subtlety of a trap snapping shut. "Let go! Zane, you're—disgusting!" My voice tore out hoarse, echoing through the cold, gleaming confines of the underground parking garage. I tried to twist my wrist away. From the darkness at the edge of the garage, I caught a flicker of movement. Leo. Of course. Zane wasn't dumb enough to come here alone. I saw the glint of a phone in Leo's hand, recording every humiliating second. Zane planned this—wanted evidence he could twist into a weapon. Proof he could dangle in front of anyone who might doubt his hold over me, anyone questioning his narrative. His laugh was a poison-dipped dagger. "You think you can outsmart me, Sylvia? I'm going to make sure Frostline Enterprises sees you for what you are. This is what happens when you cross me." He jerked at the neckline of my sweater, greedy fingers fumbling for a better grip. But before he could rip the fabric, a hard, s