XARION'S POV
The conference room door closes behind me with a soft thud, and I resist the urge to punch the nearest wall.
That meeting was a disaster.
Not because of bad business. The numbers are solid, the quarterly projections are excellent, and the investors are happy.
But none of that matters when my mind's somewhere else entirely.
I couldn't focus or think straight. Every time someone presented a slide or made a point, all I could see was Megan's face at the hospital, the twins huddled against her, and the fear in their eyes.
And the worst part? I still have nothing.
No leads. No answers. No damn clue who sent those rogues.
Despite everything I've done, despite Andrew working around the clock, despite every contact I've squeezed for information, we're no closer to finding out
