Meanwhile: Alec’s Office
His office still smelled faintly of broken glass and gun oil.
Mick entered quietly. “Sir. Catherine was spotted again. This time… at Café Très Pretensieux. She—she was with friends.”
Alec didn’t even look up. “Was she smoking?”
“No.”
“Was she laughing?”
“Yes. Loudly.”
Alec's eye twitched. He opened a drawer. Pulled out a photo of Leon. The same smirk. The same eyes. The same “you-thought-you-won-but-no” aura.
He dropped the photo. “No one’s that happy,” he muttered.
No one unless they were plotting something. And Catherine? That woman? She was definitely plotting something. And I hated it more tahn ever,
CATHERINE POV
The next day, it was the kind of gloomy afternoon that felt like the world needed a nap. Thick gray clouds hung over the sky like soggy co
