Cole’s POV

I stood behind the black curtain that draped freely from the high ceilings, adjusting my tie for what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon.

My reflection in the glossy, dark window beside me stared back at me—stone-faced, cold and unreadable. It was something I would like to consider as the perfect mask for a disaster waiting to happen.

Mathew stood beside me, arms folded, with the familiar lines of worry etched between his brows. “You sure about this?” He asked ...