Jane’s POV
I sat in the heart of silence, behind a wall of glass, and I watched the city move like tiny insects under a magnifying glass. My office was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that forced you to hear your own heartbeat. My fingers slid slowly over the edge of my phone. The screen was dark, but my mind was bright, and alive with every possible move Hades could make.
He had no idea what he was walking into.
I tapped into the surveillance feed. One swipe, and my screen lit up with Raheem’s calm, sharp face. The hidden camera in the luxury lounge was doing its job. I could see Hades too, his expression flat, but his jaw clenched. He tried to play it cool. Typical.
He didn’t know Raheem was mine.
Well, not in the way a man owns a dog, it was in the way a storm owes its strengt
