Masuk“Why didn’t you tell me?” He glances up, the green in his eyes gone dark in the morning shadow. “Would you have believed me?” I want to say yes, but we both know the answer. I sip my coffee, taste the lemon, and let the bitterness set in. There’s a comfort in the ritual: evidence, analysis, the s
For the first time in weeks, I am not afraid to let someone see me bleed. I thumb through the folder again, letting the evidence settle in the space between us. Every page is a tightrope: one wrong move and it’s all gone, the whole structure of the case and the story and the firm collapsing into a
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, which is both truth and challenge. Lucas smiles, just the right side of self-deprecating. “Someone had to keep the ship afloat. You weren’t answering your phone.” He pushes the central folder toward me, its tab blank but heavy with implication. “I think I fou
The city is a pale bruise, all blue and yellowed white, the skyscrapers scrubbed clean by last night’s downpour. I walk the eight blocks to the office in a state of sensory hangover, every footfall reverberating up my shins and into the hollow spot just behind my sternum. Even the pigeons seem hungo
Evelyn’s eyes are steel, but there’s a flicker of something underneath. Not doubt, exactly. More like the recognition that I’m telling the truth and it scares her. She drums her nails—tap tap tap—then snaps the binder closed. “You’d better hope you’re right. Because if she’s not here, and Nathan tr
The only thing worse than holding down the fort is doing it from someone else’s throne. I’ve set up camp behind Mara Wolfe’s desk—a three-meter slab of matte black composite that reflects nothing, not even me. I can feel the residual heat of her palms in the armrest, the slight indentation in the le
I let them watch me as I unfurl into motion, as I take my time, a tigress stretching beneath a lazy sun. The documents make a soft, lethal sound as they hit the glass, echoing back to fill the silence. These papers are my arsenal, my map to the battlefield I will carve from this sterile room. I ar
The air thrums with ambition, the kind that leaves marks like teeth on skin. I step into the boardroom, a half dozen pairs of eyes pulling toward me as if gravity's force has just shifted. The glass walls loom like a watchful sky, reflections doubling back on themselves, encasing us in a tower of ou
I gather the pieces of myself and leave the office. My own intentions are as fractured as his. I cannot think straight with the scent of him so fresh, so insistent, so much like a promise. The door swings shut behind me, cutting off the warmth and memory of Derek's presence with surgical precision
I stiffen, a snarl forming at the back of my throat, before I manage to smooth it into something more civil, more human. This is not what I expected, not what I am prepared for. I should have known. I should have known he'd come. "Mara," his voice drawls, easy and confident, but I hear the challeng







