The elevator doors slid shut with a heavy thud in front of her.
Darcy stood in the penthouse lobby, holding a heavy black-gold access card that caught the light with a faint metallic sheen. It wasn't some unrestricted master pass to every inch of Kingston territory. It was a temporary authorization card issued directly under her name.
There was no family crest on the surface, no Pack insignia, nothing ornamental. Just two clean lines of silver text.
[DARCY CLARK — AUTHORIZED HOLDER]
[LORD'S OFFICE PROCUREMENT ACCESS]
Simple. Functional. And somehow heavier in her hand because of it.
Ten minutes ago, Asher had been summoned to the security office to deal with the wartime sealing procedures following the hearing. Before leaving, he'd pushed the card into her palm with all the ceremony
