Chapter 45
The car that pulled up outside Larsen Enterprises at six PM was not what Ravyn had expected. She'd been anticipating something sleek and corporate—maybe a town car, maybe a luxury sedan, something that screamed "executive transportation" without drawing too much attention.
What arrived instead was a matte black SUV that looked like it could survive a missile strike. The windows were tinted so dark they were almost opaque, the body armor was visible in the reinforced panels, and the tires looked like they could drive through a warzone without deflating.
And standing beside it, arms crossed and expression unreadable, was the most intimidating human being Ravyn had ever seen.
He was tall—well over six feet—with the kind of build that suggested both strength and speed. His dark
