Roman stood at the edge of his balcony, the night air doing nothing to steady the pounding in his chest. The file Davin had brought was still clutched in his hand, his knuckles white against the sides.
A few things in life had the power to shake him. But this? This had him cold to the bone.
He scanned the page again, his eyes catching on the same line repeatedly like it was mocking him.
Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne.
The name hit like a blow. His eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place.
Grayson. That bastard.
Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, s**t-head of a stepbrother.
The paper burned in his grip. His skin felt too tight for his body, the air around him pressing in until he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, rage,
