Chapter 9

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden shadows across the Italian marble floors. Seraphina stood in the master bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, deliberately so, having skipped her usual blush

Chapter 10

The server room beneath Vance Private Intelligence was a cavern of absolute zero-tolerance security. Rows of sleek black server racks hummed with liquid-cooling systems, bathed in the icy blue glow of a dozen massive surveillance monitors.

Seraphina stood in the center of the room, her

Chapter 11

Rain lashed against the reinforced glass of Kaelen’s high-rise apartment, distorting the neon glow of the city below into a blur of smeared colors. The space was stark, minimalist, and deeply masculine—dark leather, polished concrete, and walls lined with encrypted servers and locked gun