The moment the sleek black door of Shane’s penthouse closed behind me, I exhaled, letting the tension from Marco’s office seep out of me like smoke.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode to the living room, the photos and videos still burning in my mind.

Shane appeared almost immediately, emerging from the kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand, eyes sharp, sensing my storm before I even spoke.

“Well?” His voice was calm, controlled, but I could feel the undercurrent ...