Sitting inside the car, she stared at the rapidly passing scenery outside. Her fist, resting on her lap, tightened once more as her thoughts churned.

The driver, trying to make conversation, said, "Miss Skye, Mr. Voss treats you very well. This is his personal car-no other woman has ever ridden in it before."

Zara scoffed. "Just now, Assistant Edric was still saying that your young master deeply loves Senna Thorne. Yet the first day he saw me, he knocked me out and dragged me home, and now ...