Rising From Ashes: The CEO's Secret Queen

east, catching the morning light in a way th

rrings that had belonged to Holt's grandmother, retrieved from the safe where she had thrown them in a tantrum six

ack, no sugar, exactly as he took it. The

l weight, the calculation of whether this was another trap, anothe

light reflecting off its surface. "I asked Mrs. O'Connell to give u

cup and drank without acknowledging her, his

ok diff

down. "But you don't believe that. So

the cup down with a click o

osed to you. I believe you destroyed Cary Castro with precision that suggests prior planning and resources I can't identify." He turned to face her

Him. The ghost of Cary still stood between t

want." She said it quietl

hy

And some of it-" She reached across the table, her hand hovering over his,

he IV had torn her skin. He had done that, she remembered. Ripped the needle out in his desp

Start with Apex.

drank, buying time, constructing the architecture of

office. Someone who tracks dark pool trading. An

ntioned. Never used in an

cup down. Met his eyes. "I was bored, Holt. And angry. And humiliated by the way you dismissed me, the way you looked through me at dinner parties, th

ess them, saw the skepticism war with something s

des? Sterlin

gh a personal account. When I saw the opportunity to damage Cary, I took it. I d

"That's statistically impossible. Th

ormation I shouldn't have. Which would mean I'm either a criminal or a witch." She smile

his back to her, his shoulders rigid with t

er the first night. When you tore up the papers. I thought-there had to be something. A dia

clenched. She kept h

ounts, no contacts with anyone who might be using you." He turned. His face was terrible, stripped of its usual composure. "You're either the cle

d of. Said things I can't take back. Hurt you in ways that should have made you hate me forever." She stopped an arm's length away. Close enough to touch. Far enough

r, heavy and warm, the weight of it anchoring he

es who fed him the Apex intelligen

now. I went to see him last night. Gave him money to disap

lone. To meet a man who tried to d

ed already. He

he way it did when he was containing rage. "You don't get to take those risks. Not anymore. Not

what?" She

of her jaw, the pulse point beneath her ear. The touch was possessive

ile I'm standing here wanting to believe everything you say, knowing I s

warmth of his palm, the roughness of his t

s, pressing it more firmly against her throat, offering the vulnerability of her pulse, her breath, her life.

imself. Then his other arm rose and pulled her against him, not gently, not roughly,

. His breath was warm against

ou were unconscious. I had the pen in my hand. I told myself it was w

in his back, the lean muscle beneath the expensive co

didn'

abbed my wrist like you were drowning and I was the only thing keeping you above water." He laughed, broken. "I told myself it was reflex. Muscle memory. The body fightin

. This was negotiation, not confession. She couldn't afford to break,

ou to stay now. That's the only truth I can

ngle, the hidden blade. She let him look. Offered

was jarring, intrusive, a reminder of the

it. Kept his

ds." He said. "My COO. He knows not

answ

't wan

n he was, the executive, the strategist, the hidden king. "We have time. That's what yo

his pocket and glanced at the screen, and she saw something shif

on with the Apex acquisition. The target's board is deman

n gathering the coffee cups, the normalcy of d

ion. Home. Dinner. The vocabulary of marriage, of

in cream silk and borrowed pearls, who had destroyed his en

said. And then, sof

closed be

d. Given him enough truth to satisfy his immediate questions, enough mystery to keep him curious

entually he would dig deep enough to find Queen, to find Starlight, to find the woma

oday, she had bo

d the driveway, a black shape against the green law

to pull, the connection that would lead her to whoever ha

day was young. And she had enemies to investigate, secrets to prot