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

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 into the glas

Morning broke over the city in a wash of pale gold, casting long shadows across the glass walls of Silas’s penthouse. Harper woke with a start, her cheek pressed against the soft velvet of the sofa cushions. The storm had passed, leaving behind a crisp, silent dawn.

She was alone on the couch, but