Aria woke up alone.

The bed beside her was cold, sheets pulled tight like it hadn't been used. She heard voices in the distance—low and urgent, speaking what sounded like Italian.

She checked the clock. 6:23 AM.

After putting on the robe she found hanging in the closet, she traced the voices to Dominic's office. The door was slightly open just enough for her to see inside.

Dominic stood behind his desk, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was different—harder, colder than she'd ever ...