Cassandra nodded slowly, but her fingers tightened slightly around her phone. Of course it would be the mansion. Where else would a man like Darius Thorn hold a meeting that wasn't listed on any known calendar?
Still, something about the casual way Rowan had said it made her pulse skip. She didn't press him further.
Instead, she shifted in her seat and pulled her phone from her coat pocket, fingers moving to open her email. She hadn't checked her inbox since the previous evening, too busy replaying that damn kiss, wondering if the man who kissed her had been the same one who had, minutes before, stabbed someone's hand into a table with the calm of someone signing a document.
The inbox loaded.
Nothing.
No new messages from the company. No calendar reminders. No internal memos. Her jaw
