The door to RAyNe’s private office creaked open just enough for Nirvana to slip inside. Shadows stretched across the dimly lit room, the scent of expensive cologne and leather wrapping around her. She moved quickly, her fingers skimming the edge of the grand desk. If there was anything to find, it had to be here.

Her heart pounded as she reached for the top drawer. Locked. Of course.

“You little snake,” a sharp voice cut through the silence.

Nirvana froze.

Siara stood at the doorway, ...