The skyscraper that was the fortress of Dorian Graves’ empire shone like a monolith of power, glass, steel and secrets stacked fifty stories high.
She had never seen up close before, but now standing in the elevator beside Damien, she wasn’t just some tourist.
She was a threat.
Gabriel stood behind them, tensioning their silence. All motion was plotted, each breath bitter with expectancy. It was a game on the instant, the elevator doors opened to the penthouse floor.
Graves’s assistant, a skinny man with an over-wrought smile, stood from behind a marble desk.
“Mr. Cross. Mr. Graves wasn’t expecting…”
“He will now,” Damien said, walking past him without waiting to be invited.
The assistant didn’t dare to follow.
The double doors to Grave’s private office flew open with a shove, rev
