Marlowe's POV

I sink deeper into my leather chair and roll the amber liquid around my glass, eyes fixed on the glittering skyline beyond the window.

Twenty-seven years. That’s the span between what he did and what I’m about to do.

Twenty-seven years since Jareth Sinclair ruined my family.

He has spent all that time acting untouchable—hiding behind cash, influence, and friendly hands in the right offices. He thinks the world forgot how ...