Liora stood at the bar, her fingers wrapped around a glass she barely touched. Quill had excused himself five minutes ago to work the room, leaving her alone with the clinking glasses and low murmur of rich people pretending to be busy. She scanned the crowd, cataloging faces from the briefing packet. Investors. Executives. Power players.
She didn't notice the shadow in front of her until she lifted her gaze.
Her stomach dropped.
Thorne stood there, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than her rent. His eyes crawled over her body, slow and deliberate. The same look he gave waitresses. The same look he gave Victoria while Liora was supposed to be his girlfriend.
"What are you wearing?" His voice dripped with that smug, condescending tone she remembered too well. "Did you follow me
