LOGINRacheal’s POVI had packed half the suitcase before I fully registered what I was doing.The folding was automatic, the kind of physical activity the hands performed when the mind was occupied elsewhere, when the body needed something to do while the feelings sorted themselves into something manageable. Three blouses, two pairs of trousers, the comfortable shoes I wore when I knew I was going to be on my feet and needed practicality over aesthetics, and the small toiletry bag I kept perpetually stocked because James had taught me, in the months since our marriage, that spontaneous travel was a feature of life with him rather than an exception to it.The Louis Vuitton bag sat open on the bed, accepting each item with the dignified patience of expensive luggage that had seen a great deal and retained its composure throughout.I had not retained my composure throughout.I had not been retaining my composure for the better part of three days since Scarlett had walked out of a clinic and r
Cade’s POV"What games are you playing with me, General?"The question came out level and direct, the way I asked questions when I wanted the answer and not the performance surrounding the answer, stripped of everything except the thing itself.The General looked at me across the table with the expression he had worn since I sat down, that particular quality of a man who believed he was in possession of considerably more than the person opposite him and was deciding how much of that possession to reveal and in what order."Are you suddenly scared, Blackwood?""That isn't even in my blood." I held his gaze without blinking. "Now tell me what this drama is actually about. You didn't go to the trouble of lifting me from a hotel corridor to discuss architecture."He took a draw on his cigar. Set it in the ashtray on the table between us with the unhurried deliberateness of someone who understood that time was a resource he controlled in this room and intended to use it accordingly."You t
Cade’s POVThe blindfold was on before the bus had fully stopped.Rough fabric, the kind that had been used before, smelling of something chemical and dark, pressed against my eyes and was secured at the back of my head with the practised efficiency of someone who had done this enough times that it had become a procedure rather than an event. I did not flinch. Did not move. Let it happen with the stillness of someone who had made a calculation and arrived at compliance as its only viable output.Because they had Scarlett.That was the calculation. That was the only number that mattered in the equation. Everything else, the blindfold, the bus, and the gun that had been pressing against my abdomen with increasing emphasis since we left the hotel corridor, all of it was secondary to the single fact that somewhere behind me in a Houston service corridor, Scarlett was standing with the fragile assurance of Biggy's word between her and whatever came next.The darkness behind the blindfold w
Cade’s POVScarlett's eyes were on mine.I held them.Tried to put into the holding of them everything I could not say in this corridor with five armed men and a gun at her head, the specific, complete, irreducible everything of what she was and what she meant and what the two heartbeats inside her meant and what this moment cost me in a currency I did not have enough of.Her chin lifted slightly.A small movement. Barely visible. But I knew her face well enough to read it, to understand that what she was communicating in that fractional lift of her chin was not surrender and not defeat but something closer to 'I am alright, I am still here, do what you need to do.'She was braver than anyone I had ever known."Fuck," I said.The word came out of me like something physical being expelled, all the fury and the helplessness and the specific anguish of the next movement I was about to make finding its only available exit.I turned toward the bus.My feet moved across the service corridor
Cade’s POVWe were close.Twenty feet from the service elevator, maybe less, the corridor was empty ahead of us, Russo's men waiting at the rear exit four floors below, the whole thing almost clean, almost contained, almost the version of this situation where everyone got out, and the consequences were manageable.Almost.I heard her phone hit the floor before I registered that she had dropped it, the specific hard crack of a device meeting concrete, and I turned in time to see Scarlett bend down to retrieve it with the instinct of someone whose phone contained things that mattered, that contained her mother's voice notes and her scan images and my note photographed and saved and all the small irreplaceable evidence of a life being lived.The bend took her below my eyeline for half a second.Half a second was enough.Biggy came out of the stairwell door to our left with the efficiency of someone who had been positioned there deliberately, who had known the service corridor was the exi
Cade’s POVI looked at what I had typed.Considered it.Scarlett was off the bed before I had finished considering it, crossing the room with the speed of someone who had read my intentions correctly from across the room, her hand closing around my wrist and yanking the phone downward with both hands and the full commitment of a woman who was not playing.I let her take it."I'm joking," I said, and felt the laugh arrive despite everything, genuine and slightly helpless, the specific laugh of a man who had been caught doing something ridiculous and could not entirely regret it. "I wasn't going to send that."She held the phone against her chest and looked at me with the expression she wore when she was assessing whether I was telling the truth, running the available evidence against her knowledge of my established patterns."I know you, Cade," she said. "You were absolutely going to send that.""Well," I admitted, because she was right and lying about it would have been insulting to b
Scarlett's POVThe dining room felt like a stage set for a play I hadn't rehearsed for.Crystal chandelier casting prismatic light across white linen tablecloth. Fine china that probably cost more than my entire education. Silverware arranged with the kind of precision that spoke of old money and o
Scarlett's POV"Scarlett, darling, what do you want to share with me?"Mom's smile was evergreen, perpetual, the kind that had sustained me through childhood scraped knees and high school heartbreaks. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with fingers that still wore her simple wedding band al
Cade's POVI slammed the bedroom door hard enough to rattle the frame.Madison stumbled as I released her arm, catching herself against my desk with both hands. She turned to face me, and that infuriating smile was still plastered across her face as she had just won some kind of prize."What the fu
Scarlett's POV"Get your filthy hands off me right now!"The words came out as a snarl, low and vicious, but Madison's grip only tightened. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into my arm through the thin fabric of my sleeve, five points of pressure that would leave crescent-shaped bruises by morning







