“File everything.”
Then I looked at Sienna.
“Tell me exactly what he said.”
Because Ronald Cobb had finally reached the one place I would not allow him to touch.
And he had no idea the woman he was threatening was the same woman who had once survived losing the whole world.
Part 5: The File Marked Emilia
By evening, the city had turned gold.
Miami glittered below my windows, all water and glass and sunlit arrogance, but inside my penthouse, the air felt like the moment before a hurricane.
Victor’s team worked from my dining room. Mara returned with two corporate security analysts. Sienna sat on the sofa, pale and silent, answering questions with the fragile obedience of someone who had realized the charming man she loved had only been charming because she had never stood in his way.
The recording on her flash drive played once.
Then again.
Then a third time.
