The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
Emery stepped out, her heels clicking against the marble floor of the corporate tower. She had just wrapped up a late meeting, her body tired but her mind restless.
The night air outside promised freedom. She wanted nothing more than to get home, to tuck Adrian into bed, to wash away the long day with his laughter.
But fate had other plans.
As she crossed the lobby, her eyes caught on a tall, broad figure near the exit. His stance was commanding, familiar, dangerous in its quiet intensity.
Damian.
Her chest clenched. The world seemed too slow. She hadn’t seen him this close in years — not since the night she fled the mansion with her mother and Blake.
His hair was a little shorter now, sharper around the edges, but those same stormy e
