The penthouse was a fortress of glass and steel, its sleek lounge bathed in the soft glow of amber sconces, the Chicago skyline a glittering backdrop beyond the windows. Sayrn Sauns paced the hardwood floor, her new boots clicking softly, the shopping bags from her spree with Mia forgotten on the couch. Her chestnut hair was pulled into a messy bun, her navy sweater slightly rumpled from the day’s chaos. At twenty-eight, with her RN degree earned earlier this year, Sayrn was used to the high-stakes pressure of Chicago General’s ER, but the encounter with Rocco Varga on the Magnificent Mile had shaken her. His warning—“Watch your back”—echoed in her mind, a cold reminder of the danger tied to Daniel Isiah’s world.
Daniel stood by the bar, his broad shoulders tense under a black sweater, hi
