VINCENT

“Boss.”

Aaron’s voice cut through the silence, pulling me from sleep.

I blinked, sitting up on the leather couch in my office. The dim desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. My eyes flicked to the clock—10:30 p.m. Lyra still hadn’t come back.

She had texted earlier, telling me to meet her at a restaurant. But instead, I’d come here, waiting to pick her up so we could go together. The thought of her walking out alone this ...