*Rowan*
"You're telling me no?"
The silence that followed was enough to make the walls of the penthouse feel smaller.
Rafe stood across from me, phone still in his hand, jaw tight.
"The order didn't go through. Not even the demotion. Someone pulled strings on their end. Sonet and Quinn are off-limits for now."
Off-limits.
I turned away from him, walking to the window, bourbon glass in hand. "Who?" I asked, quietly now.
"That's the problem," Rafe muttered. "We don't know. The paperwork froze at Homeland. They're being shielded. Which means…"
"...Someone bigger is watching."
He nodded.
I downed the drink and placed the glass on the ledge too hard. "Then make it ugly. If they want to play chess, we'll flip the board. Get Nolan to push the surveillance harder. If I can't touch the ag
