Chapter 37

Charisse felt a dull throb at her temples. She figured it was probably just another clueless soul stumbling into a mess, just like Bianca. She looked up quickly—standing in the doorway was a man she didn't recognize. He was tall and solid, dressed in a dark gray suit that fit him like a glove. His short, clean-cut hair and sharp features gave him a striking presence, like someone always ready to move. The kind of man you'd think twice before looking at the wrong way. His gaze swept the room before he wrinkled his nose and muttered with clear disgust, "Smells awful in here. Clean this up." The people behind him didn't waste a second—they moved Owen and Bianca out without a word. Daring to act like that in Clayton's territory? That wasn't something you saw often. And the wild part? Clayton didn't even bat an eye. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't just anybody. Charisse didn't know him, but Clayton sure did. Vincent Harper—current head of the Harper family from Cinderbay. They'd made their