I sit at my desk, leaning back in my chair with a satisfied smirk as I replay the scene in the cells in my mind. Ciara had broken, spilling enough information to confirm Drake’s involvement and give me a clearer sense of my enemy’s next moves.
Finally, I feel as though I am regaining control of the situation. I reach for a glass of whiskey on the desk, savoring the burn as I sip, my thoughts already turning to my next step.
The sound of the door opening without a knock jars me from my reverie. My smirk twists into a scowl as I sit up, my eyes narrowing at the figure entering.
Athena.
She walks in briskly, her expression a mix of annoyance and unease.
"You’d better have a damn good reason for barging in," I growl, setting my glass down with a sharp clink.
Athena crosses her arms, her
