Cade’s POV
Harper’s eyes are like chips of ice as she glares back at me, entirely refusing to back down from this private meeting with Julian Frost.
I can see the impenetrable wall she has built around herself over the last twenty-four hours. Her shoulders are rigid, her chin is tilted in defiance, and she refuses to let me in. She is clearly deeply bothered by the venom my mother spat in the break room yesterday. She heard the name Bella Vercetti, she heard about the diamond tennis bracelet, and she immediately assumed the worst of me.
But it was all a lie. I have absolutely no interest in an arranged marriage. Least of all, a political union orchestrated by my manipulative, power hungry mother.
I want to grab Harper, drag her into my office, and tell her the truth. But the memory of
