The sight of Kaelen or rather, Elias Thorne in tactical gear, his hand hovering near a weapon, was the definitive end of Seraphina's corporate life. The marble floor of the dock bay safe house was the new stage for their marriage’s true beginning.
Seraphina did not move toward him or away from Zaire. She held her ground, clutching the code book bearing the symbol of Elias Thorne.
“We don’t move until you put the weapon down,” Seraphina stated, her voice tight with controlled fury. “You can save the operative protocols. The fight is over. The Jakarta files are detonated, and the world knows. The only remaining threat is the one standing in front of me, who lied to me for five years.”
Kaelen paused, his eyes narrowing, assessing the uncharacteri
