Roldan's POV

Exactly thirty minutes pass before Rae steps into the restaurant, her shoulders tense but head held high. Warrick trails close behind her, his expression etched with barely concealed disdain. It doesn’t surprise me—none of this does. Rae’s reluctance to face me alone is plain; she’s roped in her ever-loyal shadow for moral support.

The moment Warrick’s gaze fixes on mine, hostility burns in his eyes. The intensity of it only deepens my ...