Chapter 6

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 b

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 8

The storm hit just as the Maybach pulled into the private underground garage of Silas’s building. Thunder rattled the concrete walls, a deep, percussive boom that vibrated through the soles of Harper’s heels as she stepped out of the car.

By the time the private elevator doors opened in