STANLEY'S POV

It would have been the intelligent thing to do. Let her recover. Let time do its slow, merciless work. But I've never been a patient one where Liana is involved. Least of all now, least of all when each passing second away from her is like losing something that can't be regained.

So I paid her a visit at her office. The Z-Core building towered high and haughty, just like the woman who owned it. Security scanned me from head to toe, and I flashed the ID of my firm as it ...