LOGINEvelyn POVShe was right. The rational part of my brain, the part that ran a company and managed a board, understood every word she was saying.But the rational part wasn't in charge. The part in charge was the one that remembered Gabriel's smile yesterday morning outside my house. The real one. The rare one that made him look human and young and like someone who hadn't spent his entire life surviving. The part that remembered him saying "good morning, trouble" and not being sure if he was talking to the dog or me.Had he said good morning to anyone today? Had he woken up and thought about last night the way I kept thinking about it, with this desperate, consuming vividness? Or had he woken up to gunfire?"Evelyn." Belle's hands were on my shoulders. She was standing in front of me, her face level with mine. "Listen to me. Gabriel Ross is the most dangerous, most resourceful, most stubbornly alive man you have ever met. He has survived things that would have killed anyone else. If any
Evelyn POVI don't remember calling Belle. I must have, because twenty-two minutes later she was at my door, still in the clothes she'd been wearing when we'd spoken earlier, her car keys in one hand and a look on her face I'd never seen before. Not the playful Belle or the professional Belle or the protective Belle who'd once threatened to kill Adrian with her car. This was a Belle stripped bare. A woman who loved her friend and could see that her friend was falling apart.She didn't ask what happened. She took one look at me, sitting on the hallway floor in my stained sweatshirt with swollen eyes and a puppy in my lap, and she sat down beside me."Tell me," she said.I told her. The words came out in fragments, looping back on themselves. A phone call from an unknown number had called to tell me that Gabriel’s home in Bangria was attacked, that there were several shooters, and that up until the moment I received the call, there was no confirmation of whether Gabriel was alive or de
Evelyn POVBiscuit was licking the tears off my chin when the phone rang.I was still on the hallway floor, back against the front door, legs pulled up, my bag in my lap, and the puppy in my arms.I didn't know how long I'd been sitting there. I’d lost motivation to go to the office today but long enough for the morning light to shift from pale gold to something brighter and less forgiving.Long enough for my legs to go numb against the cold tile. Long enough to replay Vincent's face, the defeat in it, the quiet way he'd asked me to leave, and to feel the guilt settle into my body.The phone rang again and I almost didn't answer because I thought it would be Grace calling to know why I wasn’t at the office yet. I'd hit my quota for devastating conversations before noon, and the idea of hearing another human voice ask me something that required an emotional response made me want to crawl under the sofa and stay there until spring.But it might be Vincent. It might be him calling to say
Adrian POVI sat down. Buttoned my jacket. Adjusted my tie. Moved the Calloway report from the centre of my desk to the top drawer, face down, beneath a stack of quarterly summaries. Then I reconsidered, pulled it back out, and placed it in the drawer beneath my chair where it couldn't be seen from any angle in the room.I composed myself and waited.I put the phone face down on the desk.Finally, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open ushering Isabella into my office. She wore white. A fitted sheath dress, sleeveless, cut to just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled back in a chignon so precise it looked architectural, and her makeup was the kind of minimal that took forty-five minutes to achieve. She carried a small clutch in one hand. No phone. No bag. Nothing extraneous.She'd come light. Which meant she'd come ready.Her eyes swept the room the way they always did, quick, cataloguing, measuring the distance between furniture, the placement of objects, the things that we
Adrian POVThe thought lasted approximately six seconds before I felt sick.Because I could see it clearly and with strategic clarity that had made me excellent at business and terrible at being human. I could see the path: Evelyn devastated, leaning on me, the grief creating a proximity that my own efforts hadn't managed. I could see her turning to me in the absence of Gabriel, not because she loved me but because I was standing in the space he'd left behind, and proximity is a powerful thing when you're drowning.I could see all of it, and the fact that I could see it meant I couldn't do it.It wasn’t because I was noble. I wasn't. I was a man who'd spent decades treating people like variables in an equation, and the reflex to optimize outcomes was so deeply wired that I'd calculated the strategic benefit of a man's death before my second cup of coffee. That wasn't nobility. That was pathology.But the thing growing inside me, the unnamed feeling that kept me awake and made me resi
Adrian POVThe report landed on my desk at eleven forty-seven, buried between a quarterly earnings summary and a briefing on the Bangria corridor project, and it took me approximately four seconds to understand that the rest of my day had just been rewritten.Calloway had compiled it. It was two pages and had zero embellishment. My head of intelligence had spent fifteen years at K16 before deciding the private sector paid better and asked fewer questions, and he wrote the way he thought. It was clean, verified, stripped of anything that wasn't essential.07:38 local time. Multiple coordinated strikes on the Ross compound, Highfields district, Bangria. Estimated three to four firing positions. Sniper-grade weaponry. Attack duration: approximately fourteen minutes. Ross security team engaged. Compound sustained significant structural damage.07:52 local time. Two-vehicle convoy associated with Rowan Brice approached from the south. Convoy intercepted by unknown third-party force before
EvelynMy hands came up to grip his sweater, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and became more urgent.His hands circled the small of my neck, pulling me closer as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow rhythm that left us
Evelyn POVI stood in the small backroom of the Crescent Harbour Public Hall, staring at my reflection in the long mirror. A woman looked back at me—one wearing light makeup, a simple, deep red dress, and her hair pinned neatly behind her ears. She looked calm.But inside, I was anything but.My he
Evelyn POVI walked into my penthouse bedroom with a heavy sigh and loosened my tie like it was choking me. My head had been pounding since morning, and the silence of the room did nothing to help.I shrugged out of my suit jacket and let it fall carelessly on the nearest chair. I was exhausted.No
Gabriel POV"Who sent you?" I asked, striking the man tied to the chair.The overhead lamp was the only light in the dark room, casting shadows across his bruised face. His left eye was swollen shut, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.The man's face lolled to the right, and then he sta







