The way he made that threat cut straight through me.
He stood by the railing like he owned the place, hands calmly tucked into his pockets, wearing that tailored charcoal suit that made him look like he was carved from ice. His eyes lifted when he saw me, and I felt something inside me seize.
Because he smiled.
A slow, cold, knowing smile.
“Rough visit?” he asked softly.
My stomach tightened. “What do you want, Pierce?”
He pushed off the railing and walked toward me with the easy confidence of a man who had never once feared consequences.
He smelled faintly of expensive cologne, clean and sharp. The air around him always felt wrong. Like a room with the oxygen sucked out.
“I’m here to make an offer,” he said calmly.
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Not even Daniel’s freedom?”
