"You're moving into my penthouse."
It wasn't a suggestion. It was a sentence. He would put me in a gilded cage, a luxurious prison where he could watch my every move.
My first instinct was to laugh at the sheer, breathtaking arrogance of it. He thought he could solve the “Blair Davenport problem” by making me his roommate. My second was a visceral wave of panic. Living with him? Sharing a space with the man I had sworn to destroy? It was unthinkable, an obliteration of the line between my mission and my life. Total immersion, with no escape.
"No," I said, the word a blade. I stood, needing to meet him on his level.
"That wasn't a request," Sterling said, his voice dangerously calm. The force of his will alone filled the room.
"I don't care," I shot back, my control fraying. I am your
