"What aren’t you telling me, Jaxon?" Raven’s voice cut through the low hum of the city outside the penthouse windows.

Jaxon didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. He leaned back against the marble counter with the kind of controlled calm that made her want to scream. Too calm. Too deliberate.

"You think now’s the time for secrets?" he asked softly, but there was a steel edge under the velvet.

Raven crossed her arms, heart pounding. "Don’t play games with me. Every time I think I know who ...