Author POV

Lara parked and stared up at the glass tower Giovanni had sent. The building scraped the sky—too clean, too new. Her nostrils flared. Who invites an enemy to a place like this? Who thinks they can call her a coward and get away with it?

She pulled her phone out. A new message blinked on the screen from Giovanni: Go inside or are you scared?

Lara’s mouth tilted. She typed back two words: Watch me.

The valet man at the entrance gave her the same polite, practiced smile he gave ...