The car rolled to a stop at the grand entrance, the golden crest of a clawed wolf etched into the glass doors. Rowan glanced at his watch as he stepped out.
"We're late," he muttered, before calling over his shoulder, "Hurry up."
Cassandra didn't move.
Not immediately.
For a moment, she remained frozen in place, staring up at the building as though it might swallow her whole. Her thoughts swirled. Would she run into Evan today? Was he even still around? Would he still be staying here, lounging in the same penthouse suite he used to use for his indiscretions?
She wasn't ready to see him.
Not yet.
Not while Darius still saw her as a disposable new hire.
No. If she was going to face him again, it would be with Darius Thorn at her side, his hand possessively on her back, his voice calm
