Christian walked away from Mia’s door, quietly but with fury tightening every step. His jaw was clenched. His fists, hard at his sides. He didn’t glance back. Down the stairs, his movements were sharp, focused, like a man heading for war. He reached the basement door, pulled it open, and descended quickly. The air was cooler down there, sterile. Silent. It felt like a vault where rage could breathe, where thoughts sharpened like blades in the dark. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He crossed the room and sat in front of the wide desk that housed three monitors. His fingers moved with precision as he powered everything on. The hum of electricity filled the space. He leaned back, eyes narrowed. He needed to know who Noah was. What he looked like. What he did. Where he was now.
He needed to
