Time had softened the Forrester empire's sharp edges, blurring their hunter past into something resembling corporate respectability. Caroline Forrester moved through the London office with lethal grace, her stilettos clicking against marble floors that had once echoed with the footsteps of armed men. The glass walls reflected her progress—tailored navy suit, hair pulled back in an unforgiving twist, the Forrester crest glinting coldly at her lapel. Five years of her steady leadership had transformed their operations from shadowy warfare to boardroom battles fought with contracts rather than crossbows.
Joseph watched her from his wingback chair by the fireplace, fingers tightening around the wolf's head carved into his cane. She was everything he'd molded her to be—ruthless where it counte
