LOGINSalome’s POV
“We thought it was best that you heard this from us first, Ms. Stanley,” the detective said.
I looked at the two men standing in my living room. They didn't look like the bearers of good news. One of them shifted his weight, his eyes staying on mine with a heavy kind of pity. I gripped the edge of the sofa cushion until my knuckles turned white. My heart started to hammer against my ribs.
“What happened?” I asked. My voice sounde
Salome’s POV“Take this, Caspian,” Jeremiah said. He pulled a small, white business card from his inner pocket and held it out. “Dr. Luke Davis is the director over at Riverside. He deals with the most difficult cases in the city. He is very good at what he does.”Jeremiah shifted his gaze toward Barnabas as he finished the sentence. The implication was heavy. He wasn't just offering a doctor; he was offering a cage.Caspian took the card with a tight nod. “I appreciate the lead. I will keep it in mind.”Caspian reached out and pulled Barnabas close, tucking the younger man under his arm. Barnabas played his part perfectly. He sagged against Caspian, his eyes glazed and his movements clumsy. He looked like a man who had spent the last three hours drowning in whiskey. They turned and began the long walk through the center of the restaurant.I watched them go. My heart was still hammering against my ribs. I s
Salome’s POV“You’re only thinking about him, aren’t you?”Barnabas stopped in his tracks. He turned back to look at me, and his face was twisted with something dark. It wasn’t just anger. It was a bitter, jagged kind of resentment that made my skin crawl. He took a step toward me, his shadow falling over my lap.“Everything is about him now,” he said. His voice was low, vibrating with a shakiness he couldn't quite hide. “You don’t even see me anymore, Salome. I’m just a ghost in the room while you worry about his every breath.”I didn't answer. I kept my face as blank as a sheet of paper. I knew how this worked. If I gave him a single word, he would use it like a match to light a fire. I just sat there, my hands folded in my lap, watching him. The air in the conference room felt heavy and thin at the same time.Then, Barnabas did something I didn't expect. He turned away from
Salome’s POV“Barnabas, do you have something to add to the conversation?”Jeremiah asked the question with a calm that felt like a blade. He took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes tracking Barnabas over the rim of the porcelain cup. He looked bored. Caspian had just spent ten minutes pleading his case, pouring out a desperate pitch that Jeremiah seemed to ignore entirely. My boss had a way of making powerful men feel like they were auditioning for a role they had already lost.Barnabas didn’t answer right away. He sat there, his body rigid. I could feel the heat of his stare from across the table. Every few seconds, he flicked a sharp, hateful glance my way. He was vibrating with a kind of silent fury that usually ended in a broken nose or a shattered glass.Jeremiah didn’t rush him. He just set his cup down without making a sound. He was waiting for the pride of an Alpha to crack.I leaned over and signalled the waiter
Salome’s POV“Our Alpha is under the weather today, so he really should not be drinking,” I said, my voice steady despite the frantic thumping in my chest. “I will be more than happy to take his place.”I did not wait for an answer. I pushed my chair back and stood up in one fluid motion, reaching for the wine glass that sat like a trap on the table. I forced a polite, professional smile to stay pinned to my face. My fingers closed around the cool stem of the glass. I began to lift it, preparing to swallow whatever liquid threat was inside, but I never got the chance.A large hand clamped onto my wrist. Before I could blink, Jeremiah snatched the glass out of my grip.“You do not have to drink that,” he said. His voice was low, cutting through the sudden quiet of the room. “Sit down.”He set the glass back on the mahogany surface with a sharp click. I froze, my heart rate spiking for an entirely
Salome’s POV“Is that for me, or is it just a decoration?”Jeremiah didn’t look up from his desk. He didn't even blink as he flipped through a thick stack of folders. I stood there for a second, holding the coffee mug like a peace offering that had been rejected before it even hit the table. I set it down near his elbow with a sharp click. When he still didn't say anything, I took it as my cue to disappear. I turned around and headed for the door, ready to get back to the safety of my own space.“Wait.”His voice stopped me mid-step. I turned back, expecting a critique on the roast or maybe a real thank you. Instead, Jeremiah just sat there, watching me. He didn’t use his words. He just lifted a hand and tapped his left cheek twice.I stared at him, my brain stalling. Was he serious? Did he actually expect me to walk over there and give him a kiss? I tried to remember if there was some weird clause in the e
Salome’s POV“So I need a permit before I even touch the vacuum in there, or is that off-limits too?”I leaned against the doorframe of my new office, watching Benedict shift from one foot to the other. He wouldn't look me in the eye. That was usually a bad sign when it came to job expectations.“You don’t actually have to do the heavy cleaning, Salome,” Benedict said. He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression turning sheepish. “Well, mostly. You just need to handle his morning coffee, check that his suits are pressed, and take care of the wake-up calls.”I let out a sharp, dry laugh. “Wake-up calls? Absolutely not. My contract says nine-to-five. I am a secretary, not a personal maid. I’m not inserting myself into Jeremiah’s private life.”Benedict straightened up, his loyalty to his Alpha flaring in his eyes. “The Alpha has a habit of sleeping through his alarms. It
Salome’s POV“You would be a perfect fit for the chief secretary opening at Shawn Group, Luna,” Imogen said, leaning over the table with an eager look in her eyes.I kept my expression neutral and offered a small, tight smile. “The position sounds like a solid opportunity.”“Does anyone even know wh
Salome’s POV“I did not mean to force your hand, and for that, I am sorry,” Barnabas said, his voice dropping to a low, rough vibration over the speaker. “It was my mistake. Just tell me your location.”I gripped the phone, staring out at the blurred lights of the city. “I will make my own way back.
Salome’s POVBarnabas did not even glance in my direction.He moved with a focused, quiet intensity, stripping off his suit jacket to shield Portia’s bare skin. He crouched beside her, his back a literal wall between us, as if I had ceased to exist the moment she started whimpering. His hand moved t
Salome’s POV“Your car is sitting out front, Ms. Salome,” the mechanic said over the phone. “Good as new.”The news should have been a relief, but it just reminded me of the one thing still missing. The jacket. Barnabas had tossed that expensive piece of fabric out a moving window like it was trash,







