Caspian had always trusted his instincts.
They had kept him alive. Kept him ahead. And right now? His instincts were screaming. The problem was, he didn’t know exactly why.
Felicia had always been a wildcard—brazen, confident, a woman who played the game like she had nothing to lose. That alone had made her interesting. Dangerous. But this time, something felt different.
Caspian leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the slow swirl of whiskey in his glass. The ice had started to melt, water pooling at the bottom.
His mind worked through the last time they had spoken—replaying the details, dissecting her words, the way she moved, the way she looked at him. And there it was. A moment he had overlooked. A comment she had made, casual, offhanded—too easy.
At the time, it had been jus
