The red alert on her phone screen continued to pulse in steady, rhythmic flashes.
Darcy stared at the line that read [Doorlock Compromised] .
There was no panic in her eyes. Not a flicker. Instead, she pocketed the phone and reached for her bag on the desk, her movements calm and deliberate.
Asher leaned against the doorframe, his tall frame blocking most of the exit. His fingertips tapped a lazy, irregular rhythm against the edge of the door, his dark gold eyes fixed on her from his full height.
"Door's been forced. Are you heading over to collect a body, or to deliver yourself as the main course?"
Darcy stopped half a step in front of him, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Her amber eyes were cool and unhurried.
"To see who touched my things."
She tapped the side of her briefc
