The door creaked open slowly.The sound was soft.But inside the silent penthouse, it felt deafening.Isabella’s heart slammed violently against her ribs.Alexander didn’t move.He stood in front of her, tall and perfectly still, like a wall between her and whatever waited in the darkness.The door opened wider.A shadow appeared in the hallway.Footsteps followed.Slow.Calm.Unhurried.Isabella’s throat tightened.She knew that walk.She knew that presence.Then the man stepped into the light.Daniel Cross.He looked exactly the same as the last time she saw him.Tall.Sharp jaw.Dark eyes that held a cruel amusement.But tonight there was something more in those eyes.Something colder.Something dangerous.Daniel glanced around the penthouse slowly, as if he were admiring the place.“Well,” he said casually.His voice was smooth, almost friendly.“Alexander Blackwood.”Alexander’s voice was ice.“Daniel.”Daniel gave a small nod.“So we finally meet.”Isabella’s fingers tightened a
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