Noah POV

“Get out.”

My voice comes out low and deliberate, the kind of low that means the next version won’t be low at all. “I’m telling you one more time, Chloe. Walk away. If you’re still standing there in ten seconds, I will physically remove you from this property myself.”

Something flickers across her face — not fear, exactly. Calculation. She tilts her head and sighs, and the sigh carries all the weight of a woman being forced into a corner she ...