LOGINSELENE"That he only loves when it's beneficial to him." Victor sets his glass down. "I knew you wouldn't last. Not because of anything lacking in you. But because Maxwell doesn't know how to sustain something that doesn't serve his interests."I stare at him. Ariana said the same thing. Not the same words, but the same shape. The same truth."You're echoing her," I say quietly."Who?""Ariana." I laugh, but there's nothing funny in it. "She told me once that men like Maxwell don't choose. They take what's convenient and call it love."Victor says nothing. Which is its own answer."How is it," I ask, "that everyone except me saw who he really was?"Victor studies me for a long moment. "Love blinds people to faults. That's not a weakness. It's simply what love does.""And now that I'm out of love?""You're standing in my penthouse wearing someone else's clothes, asking after a man who was never your father-in-law."I flinch at that, and he notices."Fair," I say. "I really don’t know w
SELENEI walk back into the main room. Kael is on his phone near the window. Zael is washing dishes. They both look up when I enter."I have to go," I say.Kael lowers his phone. "What's wrong?""Something came up." I pause. "Victor Cox was detained last night. Questioned by federal agents."Kael's expression doesn't change. Neither does Zael's. Which tells me they already knew."You knew," I say."We heard," Kael says carefully. "I need to find him," I say. "See if he's alright."Kael reaches for my phone. I hand it to him. He types his number into it, saves the contact, and hands it back."In case you want to find us again," he says.I look at him. Then at Zael, who has turned from the sink and is watching me with that same measured attention."Thank you," I say. "For last night. For this morning. For not...""For not what?""For not making me feel worse than I already do."Kael nods once. Zael says nothing, but something in his expression softens slightly.I leave the penthouse in
SELENEThe room is bright when I open my eyes. I press my face immediately into the pillow and make a sound that has no business coming from an adult human.My head feels like a construction site. My mouth tastes like the last three hours of a very long night. Every inch of me is deeply committed to never moving again."There's water on the nightstand."I open one eye, Zael sits in the armchair across the room with a book open in his lap, legs crossed at the ankle. He looks completely unaffected by last night, which is genuinely offensive."You were watching me sleep," I say. My voice sounds like gravel."I was reading.""You were also watching me sleep.""You make interesting sounds."I sit up slowly. The room is a penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows, late morning light, a view of Lakebridge that I'd appreciate significantly more if my head weren't staging a revolt. I reach for the water and drink half of it before setting the glass down."Where's your brother?""Work." Zael turn
SELENE“You two are deeply strange.”"We hear that a lot," Zael says pleasantly, slipping into the empty spot on my other side as we reach the dance floor.The music swells, and the crowd around us moves to the beat. Kael's hand finds my waist from one side, while Zael slides in close on the other, his chest brushing my shoulder as we move together.For one moment, I genuinely don't know what I'm doing or why I'm here or what any of this means. Then the bass drops and I stop caring.Kael’s grip tightens, his thumb tracing slow circles on my hip as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You feel that?” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper that makes my skin prickle.I nod, unable to form words, my own hands sliding up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. Zael’s mouth hovers near my ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell before he whispers something absurd about the DJ’s life choices that make Kael choke on his laugh, a short, sur
SELENEThe club doesn't have a sign outside. That's how I know it's expensive.Kael, which is what the stranger finally tells me his name is when we're in the car, leads me through a side entrance that opens into something that feels less like a nightclub and more like someone's very wealthy fever dream. "You come here often?" I ask."Often enough that they don't ask questions." He takes two glasses of something gold from a passing tray and hands me one. "Which I suspect is what you need tonight."I take the glass and drink without asking what's in it. It's warm going down and tastes expensive. I take another sip and let the club swallow me whole.We find a corner booth. The leather is soft enough to feel like a bad idea. Kael sits across from me with his jacket off now, his sleeves rolled to the forearm, and that same entertained expression he's worn since the ballroom. Like the evening is a film he purchased tickets for and he's enjoying the pacing.The first drink becomes a second
DURRELLI step slightly closer and lower my voice. "Meaning your father just spent four hours in an interview room being careful about every single word he said. Okafor spent that same time managing the legal exposure. And the first thing you did when you walked out was hand Reeves exactly the kind of reaction she was looking for." I hold his gaze. "She's not investigating a shipping dispute, Maxwell. She's investigating an organization. And you just made her job slightly more interesting."Something moves behind his eyes. Anger first, then something colder. "I made one comment.""You asked about the whistleblower before asking if your father was alright."Maxwell goes silent. Charles looks between us, and Victor says nothing, still watching the middle distance.Maxwell straightens. "I'll call you tomorrow," he says to Victor. Then he walks toward his own car without looking at me again.I watch him go. The way he moves, the set of his shoulders, and the slightly-too-controlled pace
SELENEI stared at the hotel room door after it closed.He left.Maxwell actually left me here, crying, to follow her back to the car.I sank onto the bed, pressing my hands to my face. The robe he'd bought me felt too soft, too expensive, too much like a consolation prize.My phone sat on the nigh
“Involved how?”Victor turned back to me.“Theodore requested a private review of a joint logistics agreement three days before he was shot.”My pulse stumbled.“A joint agreement between whom?”“Chase Construction and one of our automotive subsidiaries.”I stared at him.“You’re saying his shootin
ARIANAVictor Cox’s office did not try to impress anyone.It didn’t need to.The building itself was glass and quiet steel, rising above Lakebridge like it owned the skyline. The receptionist didn’t smile when I gave my name. She just nodded, as if she had been expecting me long before I walked in.
*Maxwell*When I stepped off the elevator onto the private floor, I saw them immediately.Two men in dark suits flanked the door to a corner room. Durrell's men. I'd seen enough of them lately to recognize them.Durrell himself stood outside the room, speaking into his phone, watching me approach l







