Raven stood frozen, the stolen files pressed to her chest like a lifeline made of paper and danger. The storage room’s fluorescent lights flickered above her, casting sharp shadows across Zane Morreau’s grin.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, blocking her only exit. "Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice a drawl, smooth and deadly.
Raven swallowed hard. “Get out of my way.”
Zane’s gaze flicked to the files clutched in her arms. “What a naughty little thief you are, and here I thought you were just Jaxon’s favorite pet.”
“I’m not in the mood for games.”
“Oh, this isn’t a game anymore.” He pushed off the frame and stepped into the room, slow and deliberate. “You have no idea what you just walked into, do you?”
“I know about the missing girls,” she said, her voice steady de
