THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
She bit her finger, hard, until it bled, and let a single drop fall onto the page.
“The final ingredient,” June said, her voice thunder. “The thing you forgot in your perfect recipe. The salt of the earth.”
The blood exploded into vines—wild, green, alive. They didn’t reach up, but out, wrapping the bone table, smashing the sugar-glass, ripping the butterfly dress to shreds.
“What are you doing?” the First Baker shrieked, lunging at June. But thorny vines shot out, forcing her back.
“I’m changing the menu!” June shouted.