Zane pushed open the front door of his mansion a little after nine that night. The house was quiet, just the way he liked it. After spending the entire day dealing with meetings, contracts, and one particularly annoying Omega, silence was a welcome change.
His expensive dress shoes clicked against the marble floor as he crossed the grand foyer.
He headed upstairs, where a long, hot shower washed away some of the tension in his broad shoulders. After changing into a black T-shirt and lounge pants, the familiar scent of aged sandalwood, crisp mountain pine, and warm amber settled comfortably around him. He sat against the headboard of his king-sized bed, picked up the tablet from his bedside table, and started a video call.
The call connected within seconds, revealing Mary Rider's gentle
