DANNY POV

The moment the CEO lifts the device, the world shrinks—

to the glass under our feet,

to Chloe’s fingers tightening in my jacket,

to the air between my heartbeat and hers.

Her breath brushes my spine, unsteady, too soft.

She’s terrified.

And she’s trying not to show it.

God.

She shouldn’t even be awake.

His thumb hovers over the button like it’s nothing more than a toy.

“Daniel,” he repeats, voice smooth as polished ice. “Your move.”

I feel Chloe behind ...