Sofia's POV
I'd been Blake Matthew's head of strategic operations for seven years, and I'd never heard him sound like this. Desperate and dangerous.
When my phone rang at five in the morning, I was already dressed and halfway to my car before he finished explaining what had happened.
That's what you did when your best friend—your boss, your business partner, the man who'd pulled you out of a dead-end job at a failing consulting firm and made you rich… called and said one word; WAR.
Blake's penthouse was chaotic when I arrived. He was pacing like a caged animal, his usually perfect composure shattered. His hair was still damp, probably from a shower, but his clothes looked like he'd grabbed whatever was closest.
There was something wild in his eyes that I'd only seen once before—five
