Draven opened his mouth to explain more—to tell her everything he had been holding back—but a sharp knock on the door cut him off.
They both froze. Silence stretched between them.
Then a familiar voice came through the wood.
“Jordan? Are you in there?”
Mr. Mark.
Draven’s whole body tensed. His jaw clenched so hard Philipa could see the muscle jump under his skin.
Clarification? At this hour?
Something about the request didn’t feel right.
She felt her own stomach twist.
What did Mark want now? Why did he always show up at the worst moments?
When neither of them responded immediately, Mark knocked again, louder this time, more impatient.
“Jordan, I need you in my office. Right now. There’s something we need to clarify. It can’t wait.”
Draven’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t say a wor
