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

Chapter 9

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

Chapter 10

The ride to the arts district was charged with a crackling, electric tension. Harper sat in the back of the Maybach, staring out the tinted windows as the familiar streets blurred past.

She was dressed for war. She wore a tailored, crimson power suit that fit her like a second skin, pa