The Uninvited Guest

“What the hell is she doing here?”

Ares’ voice came first, low, stunned, but heavy with disbelief. He stood frozen by the staircase, eyes locked on the tall figure dragging two Louis Vuitton suitcases across the marble floor as though she owned the building.

Julian, who’d been leaning casually on the railing moments ago, straightened at once, his jaw slack. “Oh, this is bad,” he muttered under his breath. “This is very bad.”

Tessa stood beside Ares, ...