LOGINThe crack came fast—glass shattering as Calderón’s untouched wine bottle slammed onto the floor. The sound was the signal. Chairs scraped back, the soft clatter of silverware drowned beneath the sudden shift of bodies. His men moved in unison, hands going for concealed weapons, eyes locked on Leo and Cass. Leo was already moving. His chair tipped backward, boots slamming into the chest of the nearest guard before the man could draw his pistol. The impact sent the bodyguard crashing into the table behind them, dishes and candles flying. Cass had no time to hesitate. She shoved the edge of her plate into the throat of another attacker as he lunged, the ceramic edge cracking with the force. He gagged, stumbling, and she slid sideways out of reach. Her pulse spiked, but her mind was sharp, calculating angles, exits, everything. Calderón didn’t flinch. He just smiled wider, fingers steepled under h
Cass’s wrist burned where the man’s grip locked her in place, the pressure threatening to snap a bone. Her other hand clawed instinctively at his arm, but it was like trying to fight stone. The pipe hovered above her, ready to swing again, its weight promising nothing but ruin. Leo was already moving, cutting through the last guard with brutal efficiency. His eyes locked on hers, sharp and unyielding—silent calculation in the chaos. But the distance stretched between them, just wide enough to be dangerous. Cass kicked upward, heel connecting with the man’s shin, but he barely flinched. His lips curled into a grin, teeth glinting as if he relished the struggle. He tightened his grip, forcing her arm down toward the floor. Cass’s pulse thundered in her ears, her knife just out of reach. And then— The scene snapped elsewhere. Outside, the night was decepti
The rooftop went silent again, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Cass didn’t breathe until Leo tugged her closer to the wall, shielding her body with his in one fluid motion. It was protective, yes—but it also pinned her, making her painfully aware of the heat of him, the steadiness that didn’t match her racing thoughts.“Stay down,” he murmured, scanning the skyline. His voice was calm, almost too calm, as though this entire brush with death was just another night in his life.Cass’s instinct warred with her reason. She wanted to demand answers, to strip away that infuriating composure and ask him why he was sitting with Calderón, why he always showed up in places that spelled trouble. But another truth pressed harder: in that split second, she had chosen to pull him down, to save him. Not anyone else. Him.The danger ebbed with the retreat of whoever had fired the shot, but the psychological snare lingere
The city stretched out below, all glass and neon, a restless pulse that never quieted. From the rooftop balcony of the Knight Tower, Leo’s penthouse loomed like an island above the chaos. Cass leaned against the railing, the cold wind whipping at her hair, pretending the noise of the city could drown out the echo of a single sentence.Your mother would be proud.She inhaled sharply, pushing the memory down. No. Not now.Behind her, Leo poured two glasses of bourbon, the amber liquid catching the dim light. His movements were measured, precise—as though pouring a drink were just another kind of control. He handed one to her without a word.Cass accepted it, her fingers brushing his briefly, and she hated how the smallest touch made her chest tighten. Leo was an enigma she couldn’t afford to solve, but in this quiet, he felt dangerously close to unraveling her.“You did well tonight,” Leo said finally, his voice steady, unreadable. He didn’t ask about the knife, didn’t press about the w
The blade slashed air where Leo’s throat had been a heartbeat before. He twisted, driving his shoulder into the man’s chest with a force that sent them both crashing to the ground. The knife clattered, spinning across the floor, and Cass bolted from her cover. Her pulse hammered like a war drum, but she forced herself to stay low, calculating—always calculating.Leo rolled, landing on top, his fist a blur, his teeth bared with the kind of focus that lived between fury and survival. Blood sprayed—his, the stranger’s, she couldn’t tell. Every movement was raw, brutal, stripped of finesse.And then—just as fast as it had started—it stopped.Both men froze, locked in a grapple, chests heaving, sweat dripping onto the cracked concrete. The stranger’s strength was monstrous, unnatural even, but Leo’s sheer stubbornness kept him from buckling.Cass’s gaze flicked to the knife lying within arm’s reach. Her instincts screamed to move, to snatch it up, to tip the scales—but she didn’t. Somethin
The butler’s glance lingered longer than it should have, and Cass felt the ripple it left behind. In Leo’s mansion—his carefully guarded fortress—someone like that didn’t just look without reason. It was a message, a subtle shift in a game Cass wasn’t supposed to see.Her mind replayed the evening’s fragments: the dinner filled with quiet moves, the careful banter, the warning Leo had given her like a gift wrapped in barbed wire—If you keep looking too closely, you’ll find things you can’t put back. She knew he wasn’t wrong. Yet curiosity was a habit she’d never been able to kill.Hours later, after she returned to her suite, the unease hadn’t left. She lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling’s intricate molding. The mansion was too still, the kind of silence that held its breath. Something was wrong.Cass slid out from under the covers, moving like a shadow. Her steps carried her down a side hallway, following a faint noise—muted, like a struggle pressed into velvet. It grew clea







