f the club outside. The room was cast in dim, amber light. Ethan Sterling and Caleb Vance were alr

glass from Caleb's hand, and downed the two

day at the office, or did the little wom

reeze fire and grabbed the bottle,

up the bridge of his nose. His sharp eyes noted the ink s

stating it as a fact, not a question. "Only she can get y

d," he sneered, trying to project an air of nonchalant control. "The woman is throwin

ossip's grin. "I heard Seraphina Stone is back in town. And

said through gritted teeth. "I'll set her up in a house on Long Island, a trust fund

eat it too. You want the perfect wife at home and the mistress on t

feet. In two strides he was in front of Ethan, grabbing

ish bastard!" Ethan shot ba

part. "Hey! Easy. We're here to drink, no

, then poured another. The expensive whiskey burned its way down his throat, but it did nothing to quel

ed' notification stared back at him. A fresh wave of fury and helplessness w

. It hit the glass coffee table with a sickening crack,

re of pity and exasperation. He sighed an

her name. Chloe Hayes. He looked at Julian,

nfocused from the alcohol, locked onto Ethan's pho

g once. Twice

e could hear the ice me

e call c

on. He cleared his throat. "Chl

ool, clear, and utterly composed. "Et

e a punch to the gut. Julian's throat wen

bit too much to drink. I was wondering... could you maybe come and pick him

traightening his stained collar, a p

tched into an eternity. In that silence, Julian's entire world hun

pecting. It was a voice he had never heard from her be