Moira didn’t know what to expect when she opened the door. But whatever she thought it would be, it wasn’t this.

Standing on the other side was Nolan. His presence, always commanding, now felt like an unspoken challenge. He was dressed in his usual dark, tailored suit, but today, the sharp lines of his clothes felt more like armor than fashion. His eyes held a cold determination she couldn’t quite read, and for a split second, she considered slamming the door and walking away. But she ...