The days following the ambush at the docks were eerily quiet. Too quiet. Every instinct in me screamed that Kelly was planning something, and if her smug retreat was any indication, she believed she held the upper hand.
Caden’s men remained on high alert, patrolling his properties and monitoring every corner of the city. Despite their efforts, an unsettling tension hung in the air. It felt like the calm before the storm.
“Her silence isn’t a good sign,” I said one evening as Caden reviewed reports in his study.
He didn’t look up, his jaw tightening. “No, it’s not. She’s calculating her next move.”
I crossed my arms, frustration bubbling to the surface. “How do we beat someone who’s always one step ahead?”
Caden finally met my gaze, his expression unwavering. “By being two steps ahead.
