The drive back to the penthouse was wrapped in a long, quiet tension. I wouldn’t call the night a total victory, but our primary message had been delivered loud and clear to Obsidian City: Damon Cross had a wife, and she was not a woman who could be easily pushed aside.
Sitting in the leather back seat, I stared at the last text message I had sent to my best friend, Chloe.
Talk to me, Tori.
There was still no reply. I dropped the phone onto the center console with a quiet sigh. Tori was my emotional anchor—the one person who kept me grounded when this dangerous, wealthy world threatened to pull me under. But right now, her silence was heavy. If she needed time to process my reckless choice, I just had to give her space.
Suddenly, the screen lit up with an incoming call.
The name displ
