LOGINDOMINIC POV I woke up with my jacket still on from last night and the taste of scotch gone stale in my mouth. Grey light crawled through the curtains. For three seconds I forgot everything.Then I remembered his name on that television screen, and I was on my feet.Reyes.The man who stood in front of every camera meant for her. If I wanted Catherine, I had to start with him.I didn't call Marcus. He would have sent a team, a plan, a list of risks. The last time I let someone else stand between me and my wife, she ended up in a burning car. This one, I would do with my own hands.Reyes wasn't hard to find. A man who smiles for cameras leaves footprints. A business-club photo, a charity page, a gym membership mentioned in a magazine profile. By eight o'clock I was parked across from a glass apartment tower, a paper cup of bad coffee going cold in my hand.Reyes came out at nine, tall and easy in a navy suit, phone against his ear. He looked exactly like what the men at the bar had desc
CATHERINE POV "Don't answer that," Adrian said again, sharper this time, but the phone was already pressed to my ear."Hello?"Silence greeted me first, the silence of someone listening rather than speaking. Then an unfamiliar voice that made my skin crawl."Catherine Vance," it said. Not a question. "Or should I call you Mrs. Moretti?"My blood turned to ice. I gripped the edge of my desk, my knees suddenly unsteady beneath me. "Who is this?""Someone who's been watching your company for a very long time." A pause, unhurried, cruel in its patience. "You should ask your friend standing next to you what Ashgrove Capital really is. Ask him why your safety report disappeared so quickly after his mother made a phone call."The line went dead before I could respond.I lowered the phone slowly, my hand trembling, and turned to find Adrian's face drained of all color, watching me with an expression I'd never once seen from him in five years."Who was that," he said, though something in his v
DOMINIC POV I found a bar three blocks from the hotel, it was dim enough that no one would recognize a Moretti two states from home, quiet enough to drink alone without conversation forcing its way into my thoughts. I hadn't told Marcus where I was going. For the first time since landing in Ohio, I needed silence to control myself.The bartender set a scotch in front of me without asking, the universal courtesy extended to men who clearly needed to be left alone. I nursed it slowly, staring at the muted television mounted above the bar, half-watching a business news segment scroll past without paying any attention to it.Two men in rumpled suits sat a few stools down, their voices carrying with the particular looseness of men several drinks past caution."I lost the Fairview contract to Vance again," one muttered, swirling his glass. "The third project this year, FUCk!!!. I don't understand how one company keeps outbidding everyone in this city.""It's not the company," the other sai
CATHERINE POV I didn't sleep. By sunrise, I'd changed the locks on every door in the house with my own hands, ignoring my housekeeper's worried glances, ignoring the ache building behind my eyes from a night spent staring at a photograph that made no sense.Dylan found me in the kitchen, watching the new keys glint under the morning light."Mummy, why do the doors sound different?""New locks, baby." I forced a smile. "Just to keep us extra safe.""Grandma Jas said the man outside Sera's window was probably just a dream."My hand stilled on the counter. "Grandma Jas said that?""This morning. Before you woke up." He tilted his head. "But Sera doesn't dream about things she's never seen before. She told me the man had a scar. She's never seen a scar like that anywhere."A chill crawled up my spine that had nothing to do with the morning air.I found Jasmine in the garden an hour later, clipping roses with the same serene patience she brought to everything, as though last night hadn't
DOMINICOhio spread out beneath the jet in a wash of cloudy grey, and for the first time in five years my hands weren't quite steady as we began our descent.I stared out the window at a city I'd never once thought to search, and let myself feel exactly how much I had failed her. Not just the night of the accident. Every night before it, every dinner eaten in silence. Every time she'd reach for me and I'd pull away, certain that distance was protection instead of the slow poison it actually was.I thought of my father's voice in my office weeks ago, sharp with grief. “You never treated her like your wife.” I hadn't believed him then but I couldn't argue with him now.Marcus met me on the tarmac, reading the mood before I said a word."We have a name and a company, sir. That's all. No home address yet, no confirmed schedule. If we move too fast and she catches wind of it, she might disappear again. Five years of hiding means she'll definitely have an exit plan ready.""Then we don't mo
CATHERINE POV Jasmine took a slow step into the study, her bare feet silent against the rug, her eyes never once leaving the photograph still lying face-up on the floor between us."Where did you find this?" she asked, her voice soft, almost gentle, the same tone she used to calm the children after a nightmare."In my father's chest" My own voice came out steadier than I felt. Someone broke into this house tonight, Jasmine. And this was the first thing I found afterward."Something flickered across her face, so fast that a fraction of a second, I couldn't be certain I'd seen it at all. She crossed the room and bent to retrieve the photograph, cradling it in both hands like something fragile enough to shatter."Your father and I," she said carefully, "knew each other a very long time ago, long before you were born. Before any of this." Her thumb brushed lightly over the faded image. "It's not what you're imagining, my child.""Then tell me what it is!"She looked up at me, and for a s







