Chapter 9

The drawer slid open with a soft, expensive glide, the brass track perfectly oiled.

Harper knelt on the Persian rug of Silas’s private study, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The silence in the penthouse was absolute, thick and suffocating. She placed the bent h

Chapter 10

The dining room of the penthouse was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of taper candles. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glittered like a bed of crushed diamonds, completely ignorant of the monster residing above it.

Harper sat at the long mahogany table, weari

Chapter 11

"Are you sure you don't want my driver to take you, darling?"

Silas’s voice wrapped around Harper from behind, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder as she stood before the vanity mirror. He was already dressed in a charcoal bespoke suit, smelling of expensive bergamot and unchecked