The private elevator ride to the top floor of the Vance Tower was suffocatingly silent. Harper stood staring at the polished brass doors, her pulse still hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The phantom heat of Silas’s mouth lingered on her lips, a dangerous, electric tingling that she could

The morning sun did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in Harper’s bones. She sat at a small, secluded table in the back of a chic, minimalist café three blocks from the Vance Tower. A half-empty oat milk latte sat growing cold beside her tablet, which was currently displaying a barrage of d

The silence in the back of the Maybach was thick enough to cut with a diamond. Harper stared out the tinted window at the blurring city lights, her reflection pale and drawn despite the flawless makeup the stylist had applied an hour ago. She smoothed her hands over the midnight-blue silk of her eve