IAN POV
"What possessed you to go there in the first place?"
Kaizer's voice cuts through the silence of my office.
He lounges in the leather chair opposite my desk with one ankle resting on the opposite knee, looking far too relaxed for someone who has just informed me that the police have finally taken the creative director into custody.
The office falls quiet again.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city continues as though nothing happened. Cars crawl through traffic. People walk along pavements with coffees in hand. Completely unaware that a predator almost tore a man apart less than an hour ago.
"I wanted to see her."
The words leave my mouth before I think about them.
Kaizer raises a brow.
"I wanted to make sure she was okay."
His expression doesn't change. "But you
