Jeremy's face had gone the color of stone.

He didn't need more than two brain cells to figure out who had sent those reporters.

Kaia. It was Kaia.

Jealousy had finally eaten through whatever was left of her sanity, and this was the wreckage.

The plaza had gone dead silent. At some point, a crowd had gathered — Kingsward's finest, the kind of people whose names opened doors. His business partners were out there. So were his rivals. If he ...