A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

They all blocked the doorway, completely barring Calliope's way out.

"You're not leaving this room without my say-so," Oliver drawled, swirling his whiskey with a lazy flick of his wrist. "And yet here you are, trying to defy me. Bold move."

He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving her. "Don't tell me you're hoping Silas is going to burst in here and rescue you?"

He gave a dry chuckle. "He's out of town on business. Even if he wanted to help, you think he could get past me?”

A burly guy by the door chimed in, "Don't push your luck, sweetheart. Just sit tight and don't make this harder than it needs to be. Sometimes, you know, being stubborn just means you're the one getting hurt."

Calliope shot Oliver a cool, almost amused glance. She let out a little laugh. "Mr. Myers, you really think I can't get past your little welcoming committee?"

She eyed the guards blocking the exit. "You're underestimating me. And you're definitely underestimating your son's taste."

Then, before anyone could react, she tossed a handful of powder straight at the men by the door.

They froze, instinctively breathing in as the powder clouded the air.

them stammered, swaying a bit. "I'm.....

with this stuff," another muttered, already slumping against the wall. "She's

dropping like bowling pins, one after another collapsing to the floor,

the couch, blinked in disbelief. He hadn't seen

he said, narrowing his eyes

glanced over her shoulder at him. "Of course not. I know you've got tricks up your sleeve. I'd be an idiot to

we

want to come after me or Silas, you're welcome to try.

Mr. Myers. have a knack for cooking up all sorts of exotic concoctions. One day, you might just end up

you think

little ticked off, but he didn't seem worried. If anything, he looked like he

ever want to volunteer as my guinea pig, I wouldn't mind," Calliope teased, stepping over

out of the

With his guys