LOGINRowan was checking the surveillance rotation Taryn had mapped out when his phone rang with a name he hadn't expected to see today.
Sloane Wesley.
He stepped into the hallway before answering, some instinct telling him this wasn't a call meant for the whole apartment to overhear.
"Sloane."
"Rowan." Her voice was steady, but he could hear the effort underneath it, the particular careful control of someone who'd rehearsed a sentence several times before diali
The house Rowan chose belonged to no one connected to any of them a quiet property two hours outside the city, borrowed for the day through a contact Taryn trusted completely and Julian's people had no reason to know existed.Cassian had been quiet the entire drive. Adrian sat beside him, watching him with the particular careful attention he reserved for moments he didn't fully understand yet, and didn't push.They were the first ones there.Sloane and Elias arrived twenty minutes later.Cassian saw his mother first, stepping out of the car slowly, her eyes finding him immediately across the yard, and something in her face broke open before either of them said a single word."Mom." His voice cracked on the single syllable.She crossed the distance between them faster than her composure usually allowed, and when her arms went around him, Cassian felt something in his own chest give way that he hadn't realized he'd been holding since the funer
Rowan was checking the surveillance rotation Taryn had mapped out when his phone rang with a name he hadn't expected to see today.Sloane Wesley.He stepped into the hallway before answering, some instinct telling him this wasn't a call meant for the whole apartment to overhear."Sloane.""Rowan." Her voice was steady, but he could hear the effort underneath it, the particular careful control of someone who'd rehearsed a sentence several times before dialing. "I need to ask you for something, and I need you to understand it isn't small.""Okay.""I want to see Cassian. Elias too. Together, if it can be arranged." A pause. "I think you already know why."Rowan closed his eyes briefly, the weight of the secret he'd been carrying since that morning in Elias's house settling over him fresh, heavier now that it was finally, actually about to move."You want to tell him," he said quietly."I have to tell him," Sloane
By the time Rowan, Taryn, and Lennox came back into the living room, Cassian had cleared the coffee table of everything but a single laptop, and Adrian was standing near the window in the same watchful position he seemed to default to in any unfamiliar room."We're in," Rowan said, before anyone could ease into it slowly. "Conditionally. You should know that going in.""Conditionally works," Cassian said. "I wasn't expecting unconditional."Adrian turned from the window, studying the three of them with the same unreadable calculation he brought to everything. "Then let's use the time we have instead of spending it deciding whether we trust each other. Julian's already moving. We don't have the luxury of a slow start.""Lennox picked up mobilization on his flagged accounts an hour ago," Rowan said. "How far ahead of that are we?""Not far enough," Adrian admitted. "He's been rebuilding contingencies from prison for longer than any of us gave him cre
Rowan came back into the apartment last, Taryn and Lennox already at the kitchen table, a silence between them that felt deliberate rather than empty."We need to talk," Taryn said, before he'd even fully sat down. "About what's actually being proposed here, not just what happened between you and Cassian back at the garden."Rowan felt his face warm slightly, but he didn't deflect. "Fine. Talk.""Cassian and Adrian want us working with them," Taryn said. "Not just tolerating their presence here. Actually coordinating sharing what we know, moving together against Julian and whatever's left of Preston.""You don't think we should.""I think," Taryn said carefully, "that six hours ago, Adrian Vance was a name on a financial trail we were still trying to identify, and now he'd be sitting in your kitchen like he's already part of the team. I'd like us to be honest about how fast that happened before we commit to anything."Lennox, quiet until now
Julian hadn't slept. There didn't seem to be much point.He sat on the edge of the thin mattress, phone privileges technically exhausted for the day, and waited anyway, because he'd learned a long time ago that rules bent for men who made themselves worth bending for.It took less than two hours before a guard appeared at his door again, expression carefully blank in the way it always was when someone had been paid enough to stop asking questions."You've got five minutes," the guard said. "Not a second more."Julian didn't thank him. Gratitude was a currency he'd never believed in wasting on people who were simply doing what they'd already been bought to do.The call connected on the second ring."You said contained," Julian said, without preamble. "I need you to explain to me why contained still looks like this much noise."The voice on the other end was calm, familiar, one of the last few people still willing to take his calls without flinching. "Because contained was never the sam
The garden looked exactly the way it had the last time Rowan stood in it the same low wall, the same hedge line throwing long shadows under the security lights, the same quiet that felt entirely too calm for what was about to happen inside it.He'd been right. That was the worst part. He'd told Taryn hours ago that Cassian would come back here, and some small, exhausted part of him had hoped, all the way here, that he'd be wrong.He wasn't.Cassian came around the hedge line slowly, hands visible, Adrian a careful half-step behind him present, watchful, deliberately not close enough to seem like he was hiding behind anyone.Rowan didn't move.For a long moment, neither did Cassian."Say something," Taryn murmured beside Rowan, barely audible, not quite a command.Rowan didn't know which of them she meant."You knew I'd come here," Cassian said finally, his voice steadier than Rowan expected, though something underne
Cassian wasn’t sure what woke him the sharp blade of sunlight cutting through the penthouse curtains or the dull ache pounding behind his eyes. Either way, morning didn’t feel like a beginning.It felt like punishment.The sheets tangled around his legs like restraints. His mouth was dry, his chest
Cassian hated suits.Not because they didn’t look good on him he could turn heads in a garbage bag. He hated them because they symbolized everything his father loved: control, conformity, image. Tonight’s charity gala was just another attempt to show the world that Cassian, scandalous heir to a bil
Cassian woke with a sour taste in his mouth, an aching head, and the distant, humiliating memory of being protected. Again.The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet. Sunlight stabbed through the tall windows like punishment. He groaned and sat up, squinting at the floor scattered with designer clothes, h
Cassian Wexley never turned down an invitation to be seen.So naturally, the night after Rowan Maddox entered his world like a walking threat in black boots and bad moods, Cassian decided it was the perfect time to cause a scene.He didn’t tell Rowan where they were going only that he was expected.







