“Is this your idea of protection, or imprisonment?” Raven’s voice cut through the stillness of Jaxon’s penthouse, her arms folded tight across her chest.

Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched behind her, the city glittering like temptation. But between her and the elevator, there were two heavily armed men who didn’t blink when she moved.

Jaxon didn’t even look up from his glass of bourbon. “It’s both.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t just ”

“I can,” he ...