Night has fallen when Gray arrived home. Giovanni sat on the couch, curled under a soft blanket, scrolling through her phone. The moment she saw him step inside, she caught the shift in his energy—tense, dark, and dangerous.

“Gray?” she called softly, setting her phone aside. “You’re late.”

He loosened his tie, walking past her without a word. His jaw was hard, his expression unreadable. She stood and followed him toward the bar counter where he poured himself a drink—two ...