The penthouse felt like a cage. Too quiet, too clean, too controlled.

Jaxon thought he was protecting me by locking me up here with guards at the door and cameras in the hallways. What he didn’t realize was that cages don’t protect, they suffocate.

I needed answers. Jason’s empire hadn’t vanished in the fire. Power never disappears; it shifts. And if I was going to survive, if I was going to stop being the girl everyone wanted to control, I needed to find the places where Jason still ...