How could she still crave a man who she despised in equal measure?
Zogden pulled her to a halt, just outside the view of the guests. “Have you learned anything about him?”
“About…”
“The man you were talking to,” Zogden said, for the first time seeming less than composed. “They call him The Laird; his investment portfolio is insane. No one knows much about him.” Pulling her closer, there was an eagerness dancing in his gaze. “Get as close to him as you can, find out everything.” She felt herself nodding while at the same time, not quite believing she was in this position. “Do anything you have to, Shea… Everything he asks.”
Locking his gaze on hers, she read exactly what he meant. She’d have known it anyway because she knew his character, but being faced with his evil was a whole new ba
