Noah’s POV
The SUV hadn't even come to a full stop before I was out the door. The gravel crunched under my boots, a harsh, jagged sound in the silence of the estate’s driveway. I shoved the manila envelope, the one with my mother’s betrayal inside, deep into the inner pocket of my charcoal overcoat. It felt like a lead weight against my ribs.
I didn't make it three steps into the foyer before a hand clamped onto my shoulder, spinning me around.
"Where the hell have you been?" Cassian hissed.
He looked like a man who had spent the last six hours vibrating out of his skin. His shirt was untucked, his hair was a bird's nest, and the faint scent of bourbon followed him like a shadow. But it was his eyes that stopped me, they weren't just angry. They were haunted.
"Business, Cassian.
