Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 890

Meeting Lucius’s cold, hard stare, Damon remembered his objective.

"Fine," he conceded. "Just come back to the house, and I'll sign over the transfer contract."

After hanging up, Damon swallowed hard and forced a sycophantic smile. "Mr. Lincoln, I-I've done as you asked."

Lucius removed his foot, allowing his bodyguards to toss Damon aside like a dirty rag. He then sat on the newly righted sofa to wait for Livia. Thinking about what he had planned for her, his eyes narrowed, and his voice dripped with menace. "Damon, you can now continue what you were about to do with your new plaything."

Damon froze. "What?"

The woman stared at him, her face a mask of terror.

"I said," Lucius repeated slowly, "finish what you started with her. Now."

Damon was dumbfounded. "But Mr. Lincoln, I'm injured, I can't move…"

"If you're not dead, you'll do it!" Lucius snarled. He wanted a live show to warm up before Livia arrived.

Damon didn’t dare refuse. The young woman, who had never witnessed such brutality, was scared out of her mind. If Lucius told her to do something, she would do it. Anything to get out of there alive.

…

Larissa walked up to the door of the room where Fergus was being held. Nightveil pushed it open. The room, which had previously held only Fergus, now contained a second person: Honora.

As Larissa entered, she saw the two of them chatting excitedly.

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