The sun had barely poured itself through the tall windows of Xavier Blackwood’s office, yet the air inside was stifling. His office…usually a fortress of precision and control,was in disarray. Documentsthat once lay stacked and categorized now fluttered across the marble floor. His chair groaned under the weight of his frustration as he sat hunched forward, elbows on knees, fingers raking through his disheveled hair.
He looked like hell.
His tie was loose, top buttons of his shirt undone, and for once, the man who carried himself like a king now sat like a crumbling statue.
His thoughts were chaos.
She knew.
Sasha.
She knew everything.
Xavier slammed his fist onto the table, sending a porcelain paperweight crashing to the floor. The crack echoed like thunder in the cold silence of t
