He still hasn’t gotten back to me about what Logan’s people were looking for in the penthouse.
Twenty-four hours, he asked for. But why wouldn’t he want Knox to know? Why lie about the door? What does he know?
What if Knox’s most trusted people aren’t who he believes them to be?
My heart pounds at the thought.
I don’t know how Knox would react if I told him. I don’t know if I could stop him from doing something that can’t be undone.
The questions spiral, each one spawning three more, until my head is pounding and the walls feel like they’re closing in.
I push off the wall and start walking, desperate for air, for space, for something that isn’t this suffocating uncertainty—
And walk directly into a wall of expensive fabric and warm muscle.
“Careful, little flame.”
Hands catch my e
