The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Julian’s office, illuminating the rich mahogany desk and the tension in the air. He was mid-sentence, dictating notes to his assistant, when a sharp knock interrupted.
Liam stepped in, his expression uncharacteristically grim.
“There’s someone here to see you,” Liam said. “She says it’s urgent.”
Julian frowned, irritation flashing across his face. “If it’s not critical, send them away.”
“It’s Sophia Grey,” Liam added, his voice quieter.
Julian froze. The name struck him like a thunderclap. He turned slowly to face Liam. “Sophia?”
Liam nodded.
“Let her in,” Julian said, his voice tight.
The door opened, and Sophia Grey stepped in, her presence commanding yet haunted. She looked every bit the woman he remembered—poised, elegant, a
