Drake’s POV
I stayed seated, my hands resting flat on the desk, my expression neutral. Control always came first. It had saved me more times than I could count, and I was not about to lose it now.
Jack stood in front of me, rigid and restless. His jaw was clenched, his eyes sharp and unfocused at the same time. He looked thinner than usual. Obsession had a way of hollowing people out, stripping them down until all that remained was want and anger.
“You have something to do with Chloe,” he said.
It was not a question.
I leaned back in my chair slowly. “Sit down.”
“I am not here to sit,” he snapped. “I am here to hear the truth.”
“The truth about what?” I asked calmly. “Your failed relationship?”
His hands curled into fists. “She vanished. Then rumors started. Security cars. Powerful
