fice was vast, with a floor-to-ceiling window that

s back to her. He was in his early thirties, wearing

was glued to the

at was he

the other, a glass of whiskey in one hand. He was

n, all her composure, shattered in an insta

u leaving?" Graves's low, unhu

licked shut, the sound of the automat

rstood now. This was a setup

ologetic smile on his face. "Ms. Griffith,

iend, Graves, insisted on seeing you." He

"Is this some kind of game for you rich people? Is this fun?"

her. He was a full head taller than her, his large frame castin

o see you?" he asked, stopping right in

retreat halted by the cold, hard su

e door on either side of her h

d washed over her again, stron

efusing to look at him. "Grav

t from her chest. She couldn't tell if it was from anger

over to a wet bar, turning his back to

ed across her ear. "What

ted her chin up, forci

motions she couldn't decipher-possessiv

from me," he rasped

request. It

ation welled up in Alena's eyes

but her strength was nothing against

pinning them behind her bac

, so close she could feel the powerful, s

ruggled, her voice tremb