75. Crossing The Line

Silvan’s POV

I gave our surroundings a quick glance, confirming that if I needed to give him a dirty slap, or some punch on the face, I would not draw excessive attention.

“What are you saying?” I asked, trying my best to remain indifferent.

Because in truth, he had just one chance. One chance to prove that Esme wasn’t the person he wasn’t referring to, and that he didn’t deserve to lose a tooth—or maybe three.

Kane’s lips curled upwards with a smug smile, “I’m saying that your new bitch seems to be more important than the first one you sent down.”

That same word. Sent down.

My eyes narrowed as I watched him carefully. This was not my first time meeting Kane. In fact, he had been desperate to leave an impression the first time we met. From outbidding all of the items I had my eyes on, to paying me a visit.

I knew his type. But, now, my mind was spinning. And it was like there was some connection that my brain wanted to make from everything that was happening.

What exactly did he w