LoganThe fire had burned low—nothing left but slow-moving embers and the occasional crack of a stubborn log splitting down the middle.Outside, the wind howled like something wild was circling the estate. But inside my study, everything was still.Except me.Emily’s case file was spread across my d
Another knock.I stood slowly, the stiffness in my knees reminding me just how long I’d been sitting. I didn’t expect anyone. I hadn’t told anyone where I was.When I opened the door, Logan stood on the other side. He just held out a porcelain cup—simple, white, still steaming with tea.I stared at
EmilyThe folder was thinner than I expected for something that might change everything. It felt alarmingly light.My fingers hovered over the seal for a moment longer than they should have, the hesitation coiled low in my chest like a warning: Don’t get your hopes up.But I opened it anyway.The re
LoganThe message came through a secure channel—no subject line, no salutation, just a file attachment and a timestamp that told me exactly when someone had crossed a line.I opened the report slowly. My office was still, the only sound the soft hum of the monitors as they flickered to life across t
EmilyWhen I arrived at the meeting Logan was already seated at the head of the table, a stack of documents in front of him, untouched.His jaw was tight, his posture rigid. His eyes flicked up when I entered, softened for a breath, then sharpened again when Reid entered behind me.That’s when I fel
“Meet me in the gardens this afternoon, we’ll talk more then. I have some business to attend to,” she said, not leaving any room for argument.Chloe had chosen the garden terrace deliberately. Discretion was always more enjoyable when the setting was beautiful.She leaned against the curved stone ra