*Shelby*

The dark sky seemed even darker through the tinted windows of the black car that Michael had sent to pick me up. He sounded urgent on the phone; when I’d told him that we needed to talk, he’d told me we had a lot to discuss, but he didn’t want to talk over the phone.

Eventually, I agreed to have his driver pick me up and take me to his penthouse.

Secretly I was glad that he suggested meeting in person. I didn’t ...