Luke’s POV
The text kept replaying in my head.
Tell her the next one’s mine.
It didn’t matter how many times I read it—three words, eight letters of threat—and I could hear Quentin saying them. Calm, certain, the way he used to announce a business merger.
I ought to have been frank with Thora. I just had a feeling that maybe it was a mind game, a bluff. The other part knew better.
I was sitting in my car, outside my office, with my hands around my steering wheel, the engine off. The wind-glass was falling down the rain in long fine hair. The whole city appeared to be on tenterhooks.
My phone buzzed again—Cara’s assistant. I ignored it. I’d already learned that whoever touched Thora’s case ended up under Quentin’s microscope. I had to know the depth of that microscope.
Inside, my off
