I slept for fourteen hours.
When I finally woke, the sun was high over the lake and someone had left a tray of fresh pastries and coffee on the table by the window. The wisteria in the vase had been replaced with fresh cuttings. My clothes from the night before were gone, and in their place was a silk robe the color of midnight, draped over the foot of the bed like a promise.
I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the events of the past week wash over me. Webb in chains. Rourke's scarred hand. The warehouse in Zurich. Vane's calm, patient voice offering me the world in exchange for my soul.
I hadn't said yes. I hadn't even been tempted.
But somewhere in the darkest corner of my mind, I couldn't stop replaying his words. The only way to stop the chaos is to contr
