Empire of Dominance
Which he, of course, could still go to.
This wasn’t the way she’d expected to be invited to spend longer than a single night in the luxury of Kade’s penthouse. But to be honest, she couldn’t complain about the amenities. It was the captivity she couldn’t stand.
After Burt Johnson’s death, Kade had been managing fallout with steely calm. The news had been all over it: she’d been watching the news cycle return to it again and again over the last seventy-two hours.
The murder had been showy, public, unabashed. They must have known the media would eat it up. “They” being whoever had ordered the hit, whoever had spared her—because, according to Kade, of the potential speculation.
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