CHAPTER 23: THE BOARDROOM TRAP
(LORAIN’S POV)
Morning light broke over Northlake like shattered glass, cold, grey, and completely unforgiving.
By 7:30 AM, the storm had passed, leaving the damp campus shrouded in a low, heavy fog. I stood in the private committee suite's rest area, staring into the gilt-framed mirror above the sink. My hair was tied up into a neat, rigid bun, my blouse freshly smoothed, and my face composed into a mask of pure, professional control.
No one looking at me now would ever guess what had happened in the dark alcove just hours ago.
No one would see the faint red mark near the base of my throat, hidden carefully under the high collar of my coat, or the lingering tremor in my hands every time I remembered the feel of Saviour’s hands on my skin, his voice prom
