Chapter 51

• Dane stood before the mirror the next morning, meticulously adjusting his tie. His reflection stared back at him, cold and unyielding, the sharp lines of his face a perfect match for the sharpness of his emotions.
• He had chosen his finest suit and the scent of his signature cologne clung to his skin like a second layer.
• Behind him, the woman in his bed stirred but didn’t wake. He glanced at her briefly with his expression unreadable.