Northridge Manor looked less like a family estate and more like a stone fortress built to remind outsiders they didn't belong. High iron gates swung open, rolling gravel crunched under the black sedan tires, and ivy choked the ancient brick walls.
My pulse spiked. Last time I walked into high-society Kane territory, I wore fake armor and guarded every breath.
Then Dominic’s warm hand wrapped over mine on the center console, squeezing gently. He didn't wait for the driver. He pushed his door open, circled the car, and pulled my door wide before Marcus could even unclip his seatbelt.
When I stepped onto the gravel, Dominic didn't offer a polite elbow or a distant corporate stride. His arm went straight around my waist, pulling me flush against his side as we walked toward the massive fro
