The black SUV came to a smooth stop in the underground garage beneath Kingston's top-floor private residence. After the engine cut out, the cabin fell into several seconds of silence, broken only by the dull thud of rain against the roof. Asher didn't look away. Darcy's fingers were still resting on the inner door handle, but she didn't avoid those dark gold eyes. Her expression remained cool, as if everything that had happened in Apartment 402 had nothing to do with her.
"You flatter me, Mr. Kingston. What else could I possibly be? If my background weren't clean, I never would have passed Kingston's screening in the first place."
Asher's eyes narrowed. "Don't brush me off. People from the North Barrens crossed half a continent to find you. They brought silver-mist, live sampling needles
