The morning broke like glass. Raven woke to the sound of voices. Jaxon’s low growl carrying through the penthouse walls, sharp enough to cut bone. She slipped from bed, bare feet silent against the marble, and followed the sound.
In the study, Jaxon stood with his phone pressed to his ear, shirt sleeves rolled, tension carved deep into his shoulders. The man who usually wore his power like a tailored suit now radiated something rougher, darker.
“Find him,” Jaxon snarled into the receiver. “I don’t care if you have to tear the city apart brick by brick.” A pause. His jaw tightened. “If he touches her again, Dante, I’ll burn everything you love.”
Raven froze, heartbeat in her throat.
When he hung up, he didn’t notice her at first. His gaze was fixed on the skyline, gray clouds pressing l
