LOGINShe was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
WESLEY'S POVI didn’t think.I moved.The sixth one came from the side, stupid enough to believe I hadn’t clocked him. I shot him in the thigh, clean and close. He went down screaming. I didn’t wait—I drove my boot into his ribs and felt the bone give way against the wall.Another was already closin
WESLEY's POVThe scotch burned less than usual tonight.I stared at the glass anyway, swirling what was left of it while the screen in front of me flashed another customs update. Delayed. Again. Third time this week. I'd spoken to the dockmaster personally. Promises, half-smiles, and silence.Bullsh
Of course not. He never explained things when mystery worked better.A knock interrupted my thoughts. Angela’s voice followed gently through the door.“Cooper’s waiting out front. He says it’s time.”“Time for what?” I asked, mostly to myself.But I already knew.In the bathroom, I showered quickly,
CARA's POVI stepped over a coil of wire near the front entrance, my heels clicking against the unfinished tiles as I walked inside, clipboard in hand. Light spilled through the tall windows, catching on the particles in the air and making everything feel a little suspended—unfinished, but full of p







