His jaw clenched as thoughts of Vivian haunted him—where she was, what state she was in, and how much she might be suffering. He wanted nothing more than to tear the city apart until he found her.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts. Dexter stepped inside, his face unreadable. "Sir, Sophie’s here again," he said cautiously.
Asher’s expression darkened instantly. He turned, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Why the hell is she here?"
"She insisted," Dexter said with a slight shrug. "Do you want me to send her away?"
For a moment, Asher considered it. He didn’t have time for Sophie’s childish games and her misguided infatuation. But a part of him knew she might hold something useful, even if she didn’t realize it. "Let her in," he said curtly.
Dexter stepped aside, and Sophie
