The walls of the Knight Estate weren’t just stone and steel—they were boundaries. Borders between one life and another.
Tricia paced inside the guest room, every muscle tight, her thoughts racing faster than her heartbeat.
She could still feel his hands on her waist. His lips. That kiss.
And then… his phone had buzzed, and Christopher had vanished like a ghost into war mode. The man who had opened himself to her for one fragile moment had disappeared into someone else.
The one who gave orders.
The one who killed.
The one she still couldn’t understand.
What happened? Who got hurt? Who was the message really for?
She didn’t know.
And now, the house was too quiet.
Too still.
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Downstairs, Christopher stood with Alex and three of his most trusted lieutenants, gathered around a dig
