Julian didn’t even let Kya finish her sentence.
The moment he heard her voice c***k over the phone, he grabbed his keys and left the office without a word. His assistant called after him, confused, but Julian was already gone—moving with the kind of urgency that made people step out of his way.
By the time he reached Luxe, the street was chaos.
Police cars.
Construction workers.
Reporters.
Cameras flashing.
People shouting questions.
And in the middle of it all—Kya and Sadie, standing on the sidewalk, pale and shaken.
Julian’s chest tightened.
He pushed through the crowd, ignoring the press, ignoring the noise, ignoring everything except the sight of his wife.
“Kya,” he breathed, pulling her into his arms.
She melted into him, trembling. “It’s bad, Julian."
Sadie stood beside
