DARE'S POV
I hadn't slept. Not because of the deal, not because of Voss's signature still hanging in the balance, but because of the sound of Isla's voice through a bathroom door, quiet and wrecked, telling me she didn't know what to do with me. I didn't know either. That was the problem with mornings after nights like that — the truth didn't go anywhere. It just sat there, waiting to be dealt with in daylight.
"You're quiet," Finn said, falling into step beside me as we crossed the marble lobby of Voss Industries. He'd flown in overnight, summoned the moment I realized Camille's appearance hadn't been a coincidence I could afford to ignore. "Which usually means something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong."
"Right." Finn glanced past me to where Isla walked a few paces back, composed, profess
