~CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE~
I follow him, my steps quiet behind his broad frame, unaware of which version of him I’ll meet tonight—the husband, or the monster.
We stop before the door.
We stop before the same room—
THE BOSS carved into the wood, a wolf sculpture mounted beneath it. Watching.
The door opens.
The moment I step inside, Andrew remains outside. The door closes behind me with a muted click that sounds far too final.
I tell myself to breathe. To move smoothly. One wrong note and he’ll smell it—feel it.
I lift my chin and let my gaze wander slowly around the private office—the dark wood, the glass walls, the leather chair that looks more like a throne.
I act like I’ve been here a thousand times. Like my heart isn’t pounding against my ribs.
Hardin doesn’t move.
His eyes stay
