For a long, suffocating moment, the only sound in the cavernous boardroom was the faint hum of the climate control system. Declan stood frozen, his eyes darting frantically from Sloane’s cold, imperial gaze to Roman’s predatory smirk, and back again. His brain, wired for narcissism and control, viol

Vanessa Price froze, her manicured fingers halting mere inches from the heavy brass handle of the boardroom door. Slowly, she turned back around. Her wide, panic-stricken eyes darted between the three people in the room, finally landing on Sloane. The absolute authority radiating from the woman she

The elevator ride down to the executive parking garage was enveloped in a comfortable, heavy silence. Sloane leaned back against the mirrored wall of the carriage, her eyes closed, allowing the adrenaline that had fueled her for the past forty-eight hours to finally begin to ebb. The faint, mechanic